After hearing Nyx's speech, many of the elves couldn't help but look at her with peculiar expressions.
Because even though she had made the situation sound wholesome and noble, the actual discussions that had led to this moment had been anything but easy.
When Nyx first approached them individually or in small groups, they had laughed.
They had thought she was joking, playing one of her infamous pranks.
But as she continued, as her voice grew more serious and her arguments more pointed, the laughter died. She wasn't kidding. She was talking about the potential extinction of their entire race.
Until that moment, none of them had thought about the future.
They had been so consumed by the present—by Julius, by the curse, by their daily struggles that they hadn't realized what the absence of male elves would eventually mean.
No new children. No future generations. The slow, inevitable fading of the elven lineage.
It was a devastating realization.
