The Elves King hurriedly gallops in his horse, he knows he's already near the battlefield as he could hear the swords clanging and clashing. Zair looks up at the turbulent dark sky, deep inside he's waiting to survive of course, but in anyways, he's prepared for death. He could hear groanings and screams and could fill the slimy ground that's filled with blood. He is here now, at the border of the light water tribe, and his first thoughts are the commoners and the Lumus. At this time Lumus is the weakest, his element is lacking, and he's not that skilled in battle. He worries for him. Zair signals his armies to stop, and be prepared. The original plan is, it's the guild and the light water tribe who will encamp their enemies once the Elves Tribe is sieged, but what happens is the opposite.
