W2 (50)

“Hmm, it seems the fugitive didn’t make it?” a mocking voice sounded from the crowd followed by laughter.

"Well, he was fucking weak after all! I do wonder about the Guardian of the elves..." a voice trailed off but was swiftly interrupted by another.

"Shush! Don't annoy the elves more than they already are fool!"

Genad slightly frowned at these mutterings as he observed his surroundings in a bid to calm down, they were confined within a dark room, petite but huge enough to contain the hundreds of them. As magical beings even though it was dark it was still easy for them to see through the darkness and the room they stood in was a plain room with nothing notable.

Their arrangement was plain as well with each race huddling up to each other and the kings staying at a side monitoring their actions.

Among the elves, some were busy showing off their spirit animals while others were mourning their lost friends, the humans were more sympathetic as they hung their heads low in honor of the lo