"Did I overdo it?"
Eliron stared at the scorched ground where a large crater now stood.
The riverside was a powerful enclave for elves who wanted to relax. Because of the calming river and the gentle breeze, even Eliron found this place enjoyable.
He sighed.
Now the ground had been upturned, and there were patches of crumbled earth everywhere.
Eliron walked a little to where Drakili had met his demise and stared down at the ashes.
According to Ash, Drakili had been good once.
It was only after his meeting with the high elves, and the massacre of his party, that he changed.
But although there was certainly a sad story behind it, it didn't help the fact that he lost his way.
He had pulled just how many people down along with him? And in the novel, Artaris would go on to fall, leading to the extinction of the wood elves.
Everything was because of Drakili…
But just as he could not forgive Drakili's crimes… His fists tightened slightly by his sides.
