The moment that they were out of the training, and the effects of the training area wore off, the whole group of Elven students seemed to mentally collapse.
They were exhausted beyond what they had ever thought was possible, and that dark elf was a slave driver.
It didn't matter how good he was, that man was evil.
"I see that you've all gotten properly acquainted with my old friend Drazzit. Isn't it a wonderful training experience? It's just a shame that I couldn't make him as strong as he is in real life, my skills simply aren't up to the level that he is at.
But if you stick with the Darklight Host long enough, you might get to meet him one day.
He doesn't live on this planet, he's resident in the Divine Realms these days, an ancient Demigod that loves to train new generations of Elves how to fight.
But he's very much still alive."
The students looked horrified.
