Located on the other side of the Great Wall, the elves pitched camp on an open field outside of the military city.
The entire area was soggy wet from the downpour of melted snow from the nearby mountain peaks, and steam could be seen rising as the water boiled from the heat.
Many elves suffered burns from the sunlight and scalded from the swampy boiling water and steam that flooded the area.
Nevertheless, the tribesmen built raised platforms of vines in the area to avoid the water.
"Everyone, quickly gather around. Your Savior, Prince Leon, will purify you from the sun's scorching burns," Faelyn spoke clearly shortly after arriving with Leon.
He glanced at helplessly in question, "Do you really need to address me as such?"
"The tribesmen take you to be their Savior. Can't you at least put up with it to live up to their expectations?" Faelyn whispered with a pleading tone before giving him a soft nudge.