"That cloud is moving a little fast!"
In the Light Elf Territory, an elf stood atop a watchtower built on the trunk of the Elf Mother Tree, gazing somewhat doubtfully at a thin cloud swiftly drifting across the night sky.
In the vast starry sky, the pure white moon radiated such brilliance that countless stars dimmed in comparison. At the same time, its light made the clouds visible to people on the ground.
Compared to the other clouds drifting along at a leisurely pace, the cloud passing directly above the Light Elf Territory looked extremely strange.
"So much power of light has gathered here. The Child of Light will soon be born."
"Forget whether its identity is genuine. Just the fact that it can control the Elf Mother Tree means we can't let it be born!"
"You shouldn't have overthought things back then. I don't believe the Elf Mother Tree will wither just because we kill it."
Fragmented voices came from nowhere, instantly snapping the elf observing the cloud back to its senses.
"Who's there!"
"Who's talking?"
The elf on watch quickly looked around, but found no source for the voices. It was almost as if those words had appeared out of thin air inside its own mind.
"The Child of Light controls the Elf Mother Tree. Kill it."
Recalling the words that had appeared in its mind, the elf on watch immediately came to its senses, and a bad premonition rose in its heart.
Looking up at the unhatched Child of Light in the distance, the elf's face filled with fear as it muttered:
"Is this your oracle, Lord Child of Light?"
"Those people mean you harm?"
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible! They couldn't do such a thing!"
Without even needing to think, the elf could tell from the tone and