"Elena!" Neo called out to the cyborg maid.
"Yes, Neo!" From the shadows, she stepped through immediately.
"Send a priority transmission to Vaelar, Aeliana, and Nyxaris. Tell them to accelerate the hunting pace. The regional barriers will fall in exactly seven days. I want every single elf in our army past Type 7 before the real war begins."
"Absolutely!"
The command was immediately transmitted to the three Elven Generals while they were eating their meals in the middle of a grand canyon. The dishes were naturally made of direwolves. In the past, they were vegetarians, living peaceful lives under the Mother Tree's protection. But now with the protection gone, they chose to adapt. Since nature had been harsh to their kind, they would not be kind either.
