Sabrina looked surprised from the moment she saw Eliron's sword glow.
"Sword aura?" She muttered.
Compared to how deadly she looked right now, her voice was rather soft, almost as calming as Delilah's.
She bit the inside of her cheeks and frowned.
'Why did I have to be assigned this mission?'
Her hands were already soaked in the blood of dozens of people, even now, whenever she looked at them, she would remember each and every face…
Yet, Sabrina had managed to keep her sanity intact, but barely.
She had heard of the wood elves from lord Galanher whenever he would get his monthly report, or the days he took out his anger on her, ridiculing her people as he exercised himself with his whip.
All these while, she had hoped to one day meet them… dreamed of it.
She was treated as scum amongst the high elves, her entire life she was seen to be less than an animal.
Sabrina hoped that things would be different with the wood elves.
