Chapter 207: Pitch Black

While the mortals seemed to no longer be taking orders, it was inevitable that someone would come and check. So, I stopped covering Sylrin's eyes, and we fled to another spot to continue watching.

The mortals most likely were being difficult because their commander was not present, yet I couldn't help noticing that, while the elves looked pristine, the mortals were all bedraggled with dark bags under their eyes.

Don't tell me they'd been moving constantly without any rest?

I didn't know how a mortal's endurance was compared to elves, but it was clear the pressure from the journey was taking a toll on them. Their temperaments already seemed to clash.

The group's dynamic was so different from before and seeing this, I chuckled wickedly.

How amusing would it be for the elf girl when the commander and the survivor wandered in without any creature, while also being heavily injured?