Still Not Done!

In the center region of the Elven Continent was a magnificent city and in the middle of this city was a beautiful palace that shone in brilliant golden color under the sunlight, just like a holy temple.

This was the Wise City of the Wise Elf Race and the Wisemen Holy Palace, where the main Royal Family resided. 

At the southern Wisemen Holy Palace was the Princes' and Princesses' courtyards. 

At this moment, a masked elf clad in black was kneeling in front of a sitting elf who was devilishly handsome with an indifferent look. 

He was Randall, the Second Elf Prince and a prodigy of his generation!

Randall coolly questioned, "So, all in all, the elites, including Caylee, had been annihilated by the 'Monster.' Resulting in the ending of that special event, right?" 

The kneeling masked Elf nodded in affirmation, "Indeed, your highness!" 

Randall's eyes turned somewhat cold as he asked, "What about the formation?"