ict that wreaked havoc on both their worlds. Each skirmish left scars, some physical, others emotional

further, called for a truce. We need to come together, not just for our surviv

ree at the heart of the forest, their once sacred meeting ground. Mordred

erce contest of wills. What do you want, Caelum? Mordre

s voice steady. We can coexist with humans. We must

er, his voice low and dangerous. You are naive to believe that co

ing. Our path isn't one of dominance, but of unity. The choic

's scoffing laughter broke the tension. You will never learn, Caelum. We will take what is right

opinions; it was an abyss of values too profound to bridge. They coul

rowfully, his eyes reflecting the pain of loss. If

The two factions separated, their ties severed, and the forest