Flashes of lightning with touches of blue light engulfed the cavern as the elves were pushed deeper inside.
Prince Aesril and the rest rushed towards the elves as they defended themselves against the rank of undead elves. It was their first time seeing an undead elf. Numbering for a dozen, while the elves' rank was slowly withering.
"I'd rather die saving them." Jack broke the silence in the
group to which he received strong glances between the elves. They do not die. Not that they could not, but the Prince of Elves wouldn't let that happen to them. And Jack, being Jack as the merchant, slaver, and mercenary, took it to his advantage. He rushed enemies. Even though he does not want to, especially elves, he has no choice. Yet, he could say anything he wanted to them. Perhaps it was his way to ease himself of the torment by the prince.
