The air still tingled with tension, alarm, and peril.
The Martial Sages couldn't let their guards down.
And yet, at the same time, the Nestforger was aware that they couldn't initiate hostilities.
The Emperor of Harmony hammered into his head repeatedly that harmony should be pursued if possible.
And thus far, the dark elves hadn't taken a single action of hostility against the Martial Sages.
In fact, they didn't seem to even care about the Martial Sages at all, much to their shock.
Their attention was focused on the nature of, well, nature around them.
They gasped with amazement and awe, muttering alien words in alien languages.
"rricu, m'afr sas xiyieli spadac!"
"wynsas iejuaet rsasdel!"
"spome, xiyie muam turaeriers aur dsailayfayienrs!"
The Martial Sages frowned with confusion as the dark elves immersed themselves in the plants and trees around them that were shockingly compliant to their will despite supposedly being stationary lifeforms!
