Chapter 55: Dancing

- 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.