<"Take them all alive and don't let the Tyrant escape. He will make a fine gladiator in our arena and an interesting specimen in our labs."> The elf lord said (AN: in elvish, ofc).
"What do we do?" Morok had no idea what those words meant, but he didn't like the sound of them nonetheless.
Suddenly, all those ballerinas that were slowly surrounding them from every side seemed to have become aware of his existence.
Quylla cursed their bad luck and not being Awakened as she took her Forgemastering Wand out of her dimensional item and established a mind link with everyone to not waste time talking.
'We fight or we die, no third option. If they capture us, escape would be impossible. Every one of those guys is at least as strong as an academy professor and judging from their equipment, they have no lack of resources.
