"As you can see, she will not leave that chair," Zion said as he brought Syrune onto his jet.
"What kind of craftsmanship is this? Did Dwarves build this?"
"Yes, but I gave them the blueprints and built the model they used to build this bad boy." He smiled with pride.
"Amazing! W-Well, anyway, let's get Lady Nimreth back to the Capital, she's needed more than ever right now."
After a few attempts, they were able to pull Nimreth off the chair.
"Land! We're on land! Oh, nature, how I've missed you! I'll never take you for granted again!" Nimreth cried, kissing the dirt.
"Lady Nimreth, please, pull it together. We need your help, our people are dying!" Syrune informed
"Right. Let's go! Zion, heal them."
"Fine." He waved his hand, and the elves he beat up were healed instantly.
