Chapter 147. True Prophets

~5 years later~

“Gather round, beautiful people of this wonderful community,” two elves spoke, lifting their palms to call forth the civilians of a small town sitting on the edge of the western world. The town was a sprawling cluster of stone buildings arranged in a circular pattern that left a large open ground in the middle. Outside the town, grassy fields spread out into the distance, rising up hills and mountain ranges on the horizon. Dotting the fields were large patches of dry land, and a pond of sparkling clean water pooled not too far from the town.

The people of this community wore simple clothes that included colorful robes extending to their ankles and rag shirts, and just like other towns like it, they farmed for food to sustain only themselves. The people gathered slowly until a crowd formed around the elven prophets to listen to their preaching. They had hope in their eyes and wore smiles to show the happiness they felt on seeing the prophets of Lord Althae