Kapitel 142: The Elven Cry (4) The Burning Elvish

Aurelia crossed her arms, a bored expression on her face as she glanced at the elder elf. "I'd suggest you listen to him," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Dravis may be many things, but he doesn't waste time on nonsense. And if he says there's a greater threat, then you'd do well to believe him."

The elder elf clenched her jaw, clearly struggling with the decision to trust us. But before she could respond, the ground beneath us rumbled again—this time more violently than before. The air around us crackled with energy, the same strange distortion from earlier returning in full force. The trees shimmered, their shapes blurring as reality itself seemed to waver.

And then, in the distance, came the unmistakable sound of battle.