Up till now, the elves were still adamant that the human mage before them would not have the guts to do anything to them. However, despite that belief, the pressure from the gigantic hand did not fail to let them feel suffocated. The stress was not only felt mentally, but also physically. The force within the hand fed the terror the elves felt exponentially.
Jacques knew that the failure to act would bring them disgrace. In the face of the huge palm drawing towards him, Jacques could no longer care about the Vampire beneath his foot.
"One is not to trample on the pride of elves. Not even the guest of our elder," snapped Jacques through gritted teeth. His expression was hideous.
The gigantic arm replied with a sudden increase in speed. It appeared right in front of Jacques without any warning. Jacques did not have any chance to react before the hand picked him off the ground.