Chapter 183: Fruits of War

Silver Moon Forest, Eternal Hall.

A meeting was underway.

But unlike the solemn atmosphere of the past, the hall today was filled with an unconcealable air of ease and joy.

The Elves sat around a long table, all with smiles on their faces.

The Great Elder sat at the head of the table, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. A rare, gentle expression graced his weathered face.

Five days had passed since the fall of Kresol Dragon City.

Over these five days, everyone in the Silver Moon Race had been so busy they hadn't touched the ground, but their rewards had been immense.

Now, they finally had time to sit down and properly take stock of the spoils of war.

"Everyone is here. Let's begin."

As the Great Elder spoke, the chatter in the hall gradually died down.

Everyone's gaze fell on Cedric in unison.

The captain of the Forest Guard stood up and unfurled the sheepskin paper in his hands.