A short while later, three groups of elves approached the area in front of the hall. Each group was led by a distinctly powerful elder, all of them with snow-white hair and aged appearances. The first was an old lady, graceful and dignified with eyes that seemed to see right through people.
The second was an old man with a hunched back, walking slowly but carrying an air of cold strictness.
The third was another old man, but unlike the other, he stood perfectly straight, his gaze sharp and calculating. All three of them radiated ancient power—far above even Fugen.
"Lena dear," the old lady said gently, though her tone held a kind of weight that made Max instantly straighten his back. Her gaze fell on him like a blade. "Is this the boy you claim is the brother of Freya Voidwalker?"
Max felt a chill shoot down his spine just from her eyes. He didn't flinch, but deep inside, her presence unsettled him.
