Final Battle (Part Two)

Deep in the heart of the forest, many Elves were hard at work. Under the elders' direction, they carefully set symbols into their appointed places.

At the center stood a Golden Tree.

The Golden Tree's magic had already joined with the entire Magic Formation.

As the magical symbols lit up one by one, the vast formation began running in orderly fashion.

Not far away, night was drawing near.

The instant the setting sun sank behind the distant mountains, it flared one last time, and the world suddenly brightened.

The chief archbishop put on a red outer robe.

The sky had become a sea of burning clouds. Golden-red patterns surged across it like waves, while pillars of wind still raged below. Leaves and branches flew from the forest in such numbers that, at a glance, they looked like falling rain.

After a silent moment, the chief archbishop waved his hand.

"Whooo!" A long horn blast rang through the sky. The order had been given!

It was the horn of the Holy War.

"For the Lord!" someone roared.

"For the Lord!" All the Lord of Radiance's believers and warriors answered. The earth trembled beneath their voices as they launched their final assault.

At almost the same moment, the Elves spread throughout the woods.

The Treefolk who had stood around the Golden Tree for centuries had all come forth.

The Elves had committed everything to this battle.

The forest lay below a hillside. When human figures appeared faintly among the trees at the front line, Aivisi stood among the rocks, raised her hand, and gave the order: "Fire!"

Thwip, thwip! The Elves shot their long arrows in groups of three, each group aiming at one human.

Even Elves could not hit with every shot. To inflict the greatest damage, it was better to