The beginning of the story was simple. After the unprecedentedly powerful Babylon had crushed most of the human forces, it turned its spearhead toward the other races. Most non-human races looked down on humans, after all. Whether in physical qualities or talent for magic, humans could not compare to them.
It was only after one non-human race after another suffered defeat, even extermination, that they began to consider whether they should unite against Babylon. Yet by the time they looked around, there were no so-called allies left to be found. Thus, those races could only seek shelter.
But honestly, where on the entire continent was there anyone who dared oppose Babylon at the time...?
There was one—the Behemoth City-State Alliance in the great desert.
After enduring countless hardships to enter the great desert, losing who knew how many people along the way, these races finally received Behemoth's agreement to their request. However, Behemoth also raised one condition.
Every race had to offer up its own king.
In the eyes of those non-human races, this was an extremely rude demand. Why should they offer up the king of their own race? Several races refused Behemoth's demand and left outright. Behemoth did not make things difficult for them, merely saying that as long as any race was willing to offer up its king, he could send that race somewhere safe.
Under such circumstances, some people volunteered themselves, while some tribal leaders were pushed forward by their trusted subordinates. At the time, the elves had no king. Their king had died beneath Babylon's assault, and the entire elven race had only made it this far under the leadership of the council of elders.
In the end, after discussing it among themselves, the elves directly made the still-young Azshara their new Elven King. Behemoth