We Meet Again, Little Will

"How is the construction of the gateway faring?" Elandorr asked one of the officers in charge of the construction of the teleport gate that would connect to the Silvermoon Continent.

"If all goes well, we will be able to complete its construction within three months," the Elf, who looked like a man in his mid-fifties, replied. "Once the gateway becomes functional, we will be able to begin our conquest in full."

Elandorr nodded. "Elder, please make sure that no mishaps happen during that time."

"Of course. You can count on me. For the time being, focus on consolidating the local forces that we have gathered. They will become our cannon fodder when we march towards the neighboring kingdoms."

"Worry not, that was exactly my intention."

The Elder of the Rhys Clan, whom Elandorr also belonged to, nodded his head in satisfaction. He was quite happy with how Elandorr had led the Elven expedition and everyone's morale was at its highest.