- Three days. he murmured
Three days before the full moon shone down on their land, carrying with it the promise of a future.
Foster stood before the gathered elves, their gaze fixed on him. Some were hopeful, others still hesitant. But all knew that this moment would mark a turning point.
The wind blew gently through the branches of the Mother Tree, rustling the leaves in a soothing whisper. It was as if she herself was listening.
Foster took a deep breath.
He took a step forward and looked into the eyes of his people.
- I've gathered you here to tell you a little more about the ritual!
His voice was firm and confident.
- First of all, thank you all for your hard work and your precision in setting it up!
A heavy silence greeted her words. They had all felt this inevitability. But it was time to crush it.
- Now we're going to have to dance.
Foster let them digest the information, then continued.