"My team cross-checked this with the historical records of ancient elf-ruled kingdoms who suffered under mist-plagued lands. The process we're employing here mirrors the methods they used—albeit updated for our current environment."
A whisper of tension left the room, replaced by a flicker of hope. The mention of the ancient elves and their known prowess at dealing with arcane disasters carried weight. Even those who treated modern science and logic with suspicion could not easily dismiss the echo of ancient precedent.
He turned to Elowen, who nodded in a fluid, almost rehearsed motion. Her posture was regal as she stepped forward, the gentle sweep of her gown making a soft susurration across the polished floor. She had always possessed an unearthly grace, and the hush in the chamber seemed to bow in deference to her presence.
