'H-high Elder!'
Aurora El Slavarai's thoughts screamed out as she caught the pathetic sight of their High Elder completely obliterated by one of the Dragon Generals.
She was currently held up by her neck, almost like a trophy—a thing, rather than a person.
Merely seeing the oldest of all the Elves being treated like this made her blood boil, but Aurora knew better than to get let her anger cloud her judgment in any way.
'I need to figure out a way to be productive here…' She allowed herself to think this, rather than dwell in rage.
It was easier said than done, though.
In all honesty, despite how strongly she felt about the matter, Aurora was powerless to save the High Elder due to her plate being already full.
'This person… he's too strong!' Her eyes returned to her opponent.
—The Dragon General, U'riah.