Faelyn's Resolution

On the Great Forest's southern outskirts, millions of rats were laid to rest as their charred-black carcasses filled up the burning fields like mountains. 

Even so, the rat tide was endless. The deaths of their brethren hardly made a dent in their numbers.

The rats circled around outside the periphery of the burning fields while the Skysilver Beast King gazed at them coldly. 

"Awooo!" 

The three-tailed silver wolf howled and suddenly swept a pile of fresh burning carcasses into the sea of rats before resuming its never-ending battle with the rat tide.

Whether the elves departed and withdraw themselves from the battle or not didn't bother it in the least. 

It would still continue to hunt down the rats.

Meanwhile, the 8 Elders regrouped with Supreme Elder Haldir back in the subterranean space below the tribe.