Meanwhile, outside, the war between the Elves and Dark Elves raged on. The tension thickened as casualties mounted on both sides.
"Kill them! Those bastards deserve to die!"
The fierce cry of an Elven soldier reignited the fighting spirit of his comrades.
"Let's go, everyone! Wipe out those elves and reclaim the land that's rightfully ours!"
Not to be outdone, a Dark Elf soldier shouted back, his voice fueling the fury of his comrades.
The already intense battle grew even more savage, and chaos spread relentlessly across the battlefield.
***
"Are you feeling better, Thalon? Still in pain?"
Leyna looked at Thalon, who lay on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages.
"I'm better, Leyna. Thank you," Thalon replied softly. He tried to move, but pain surged through his body, making his brow tighten in discomfort.
Leyna quickly frowned and held him down. "Don't move. Your wounds haven't fully healed yet."
