Chapter 441: Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (5)

"That's not possible," my grandma smiled, her radiant glow uplifting the heavy morale of all the survivors wading through the knee-deep water. "Royal Elves are selfish beings. They may follow the will of Mother Nature, but they also follow their own beastly instincts. No order from Mother Nature would be so vile and cruel." 

For what seemed to be days, we escaped through the dark forest. Many dungeons leaking various monsters attempted to attack us, but my grandma stayed strong. Out of all the elderly, she was the only one capable of fighting. Some children were of course competent in the art of daggers… but compared to my grandmother's magic, they were but mere bugs.