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After witnessing the Elven King effortlessly dispatch even the most formidable foes with graceful precision, the panicked citizens rushing toward the airships slowed in awe. Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd as they stared at his imposing figure, majestic posture, and calm, unshakable demeanor. His presence alone seemed to radiate hope amid the chaos.
"Citizens, do not fear," Thassarion called out, his voice steady and resonant, carrying across the battlefield like a beacon. "Walk past me and board the airships. You will be safe there. I swear it on my name."
Tears streamed down many faces as their eyes widened with overwhelming relief and gratitude.
"T-Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"The Elven King is really here…!"
"It's the King! The King has come!"
"Thank you so much…!"
"Lord Thassarion! We're saved!"
