But the Shapeshifting Sage kept to themselves, camped at the edge of the clearing. These bear-like beings, with thick fur and sharp claws, radiated raw strength.
Most elves stayed away, their steps hesitant. The Druids' eyes glowed faintly, and their deep growls made the air feel heavy.
Lorien, one of the commanders, leaned toward Elaria, her voice low. "Elder Elaria, those bear-men… are they related to orcs?"
Elaria tilted her head, her eyes thoughtful. "I don't think so. Their life force is strong, yes, but their magic… it feels close to ours, to the elves."
Selena scratched his chin. "So, are they some kind of elf?"
Elaria shook her head slightly. "I'm not sure. We'll have to ask His Majesty when he's done meditating."
The commanders nodded, their eyes drifting back to Renjiro. He sat still as stone, his face calm, his body glowing faintly with magical energy. They stood guard, their hearts full of hope for his success.
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