A few moments after Erik defeated Victor and Elora left his body, she flew low and slow across the frozen ground towards her goal.
It was imperative that she didn't draw any attention to herself. Thus, she did everything she could to stay out of eyesight, especially from the vampire and Frostfang, who were still trading blows in the middle of the battlefield.
After a few moments, at the same time as Erik had reached Viljar to lend a hand, Elora reached her goal: Björn.
The broken man was still kneeling on the frozen ground, shivering not from the cold but from bone-deep despair.
The thought of his precious daughter, the only remaining living proof of his late wife, being imprisoned and perhaps even experimented on by the council, despite his inability to do anything about it, was the worst kind of torture.
His despair was precisely what Elora was planning to exploit, by offering him something she knew he would not refuse.
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