'The Elven Princess?' Wuhan's brows creased from the information she had given him. He knew that Sylverhiel was a priestess of the world tree, and it was a very important position.
He also had guessed that she was from the royal family as well from her demeanor and personality; it reminded him of his spoiled, now very dead step siblings. But never had he thought she was the princess of the Elves.
While his thoughts were sprinting at the speed of light, the black sword of the captain was finally about to touch its target.
But then, the Lord of the Night made its move—
It neither retreated nor used its magical bow to block the attack, but the pair of thin leafy wings behind its back flickered slightly, and an image of a crescent moon that had barely escaped the night of a new moon shone lightly, catching the attention of the group.