The sharp clang of metal on metal, suppressed roars, and the wails of the dying intertwined in a forest clearing at the edge of the Eternal Song Forest.
The pale gleam of Zor Elf blades and the silver glint of Surface Elf swords clashed and crisscrossed in the dim woodland, kicking up dazzling sprays of blood.
The steps of the Elf Warriors were swift and deadly as they weaved between giant, luminous fungi and twisted trees, fighting to the death.
The thick stench of blood quickly filled the air, mingling with the forest's natural, fresh scent of grass and trees to create a strange and brutal atmosphere.
'Pathetic...'
Hiding in the shadows of the tunnel exit, Roland calmly observed the short, fierce battle, quickly making his assessment.
