The outer perimeter of the Elven ruins was neatly smashed open by the Terror Tyrannosaurus as it charged in.
It now gaped openly towards the wild mountains outside.
And just after Lann shouted towards that spot, there was a moment of silence, and then the person in the bushes seemed to see that Lann had not a hint of self-doubt.
Only then did he let go of his slight hope of luck.
With a "rustle" sound, the bushes and surrounding branches, leaves, and grass shook.
An elven male stepped out.
His physique was slightly more robust than the average elf, appearing well-built even among human males.
He was clad in a simple yet sturdy mix of leather and chain armor, with a long blade and several daggers hanging at his waist, and a longbow slung on his back.
But the most striking was the red bandana covering his right eye.
This was a One-Eyed Elf.
"Iyo?"
Sachia exclaimed a name in slight shock, but the male elf on the opposite side remained unmoved.
