“...”

A dark elf sat on a throne made of a rotting foxglove tree. He rested his chin in his left hand as he watched the battlefield calmly. Hundreds of humans were locked in combat with his forces, but he was only focused on one man. 

Human…

That human was incredible. Even when confronted with five dark elven knights, he did not hesitate. No, it went beyond that. As if he was an adult playing with children, he was leading and using the dark elves to shatter their own allies’ formations.

‘…I can’t watch.’ 

He closed his eyes. It was painful to see how ugly and beastly the dark elves had become. At one point in time, they had been extremely beautiful and intelligent. 

‘But that is a memory of a forgone time.’ 

He had been a high elf that led the Azure Moss tribe in a valley on a small branch of the World Tree. 

High Elf Rodomir. This had been his name during his golden years. Today, he couldn’t bear to think of it any longer. 

Step, step. 

At some point, the human had reached him after having taken care of the dark elven knights. 

“It’s my first time seeing a tribe with so many dark elves....