Several wood elves were investigating the battlegrounds between the devil and the Players.
"It stinks of sulfur, and there is faint hell scent latching on to nearby plans. Has the Moon Keeper reached the seal? What did he say?" A green-haired wood elf asked the wood elf in charge of keeping in touch with other elves after he was done combing through a section of the battlegrounds.
The wood elf, one who received an Iris Macaw that landed on his shoulder, listened to its report and replied. "The cave leading to the arcanum where the devil was sealed had collapsed, but from the looks of the runestones around it, the seal was definitely broken."
"So those humans weren't lying. They really did fight the escaped devil…" The green-haired elf muttered with a frown.
"That much is obvious from this scene alone." Another wood elf was shrugging.
