"If the negotiations break down…"
The elven Speaker's eyes flashed with ruthless intent.
"Then we can only kill him."
Hearing that, the elven high council finally let out their breath.
What they feared most was the Chosen One shaking the elves' position and stripping them of their transcendent status.
If the elf race fell from the altar, how would they keep collecting "protection fees" from the myriad races?
When that happened, the elves' strength would inevitably plummet as well.
So no matter who it was—no matter how powerful—if someone had the potential to threaten the elves' standing, the elves would strike without hesitation, like thunder.
…
Meanwhile, the battle inside [Killing Grounds] had entered a white-hot stage.
The dragons formed by the two [Shapeshifter] bosses had heads that seemed to regrow infinitely.
Every time Caelan cut one off, a new head sprouted back in an instant.
Again and again, endlessly.
