Late at night.
After Algayer dealt with the noble elves and soothed the commoner elves, he quickly headed toward the Elf Palace halfway up the mountain. By then, he was already beginning to feel reluctant.
Sara was, after all, his older sister. She had never harmed him all these years. If he handed her over to the humans this time, she would surely face harsh torture and interrogation. He worried that she would not be able to endure it, and deep down, he could not help feeling compassion for her.
He wondered whether he should plead for Sara. He had thought through everything he wanted to say along the way, but when he entered the palace, he found Lu Yang, Sara, Zhuo Jiu, Bai Shi, and the others sitting together, enjoying fine wine and food.
"Lord Lu Yang, what is going on?" Algayer's first thought was that Sara had turned Lu Yang against them, and his hands immediately reached for the distress horn on his back.
Lu Yang laughed and said, "Don't overthink it. Your sister has completely joined us. She's a Shadowmoon Elf now, just like you."
Algayer looked at Sara in confusion and asked in disbelief, "You're willing to acknowledge the Shadowmoon Elves?"
"Not acknowledge them. Join them." Sara's eyes gleamed. She stood and walked over to Algayer, gently stroking his face as she said, "You've worked hard. If I had known earlier that you wanted to revive the old god and give our people greater strength, I would have helped you."
Algayer could barely process it. He asked, "W-Why?"
Sara smiled and said, "We elves live long lives, often measured in millennia. We are also known as a race of wisdom, so we have our own civilization and history.
"The Queen once made us memorize that history,