In the aftermath of her swift victory over the Celestial Guardians, Valeria turned her attention back to the elders of the elf village. With a confident smirk, she addressed them, her voice carrying a tone of finality. "Now, I have defeated the Celestial Guardians, and your village has been destroyed. You all have no choice but to follow me back."
Her declaration hung heavily in the air, the gravity of the situation settling on the shoulders of every elf present. However, rather than the submission Valeria expected, a murmur of dissent spread among the elders. One of them, a venerable elf with a stern expression, stepped forward, his voice strong despite the weariness etched on his face.
"How dare you, Valeria! You intend to bring us to a worse state than this?" the elder exclaimed, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You think by forcing our hand, you can drag us away from our roots and our morals?"