Marcus stumbled back, his eyes wide as Eliron once again raised his sword.
'What is going on?' He thought, cold sweat rushing down his back.
Wood elves were known as laggards, weaklings who could not hold a candle to any other race!
How then was this elf showing such remarkable swordmanship?!
"STOP HIM!! STOP THAT MAD MAN YOU BUFFONS!" Marcus screamed at his guards as he stumbled back, raising his hands up in defence.
The guard immediately formed a wall around their lord, holding their sword up with unsteady hands.
They knew just how powerful their lord was, and to see him this shaken… one thing was clear.
If they were not careful, they would die—
"Enkamotos…"
Lord Marcus hissed as a wand suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised the staff at Eliron's direction while hiding behind the safety of his guards.
The magic staff glowed with wisps of eerie mana, and suddenly the earth began to tremble.
