"Thilve!" Michael heard a wood elf cry out loud. Still, the wood elf and who seemed to be his wife, didn't dare to move without Michael's permission. It was obvious the wood elf who just fainted due to probably blood loss was their loved one, but instead of rushing to her aid, the couple looked at Michael with eyes pleading for mercy.
"Kirat, bring her to me," Michael ordered the village elder. The wood elf old man immediately signaled Thilve's parents as they carried Thilve to Michael. The man who carried the woman had a muscular body with several scars, while his wife looked gentle and kind. They both sobbed, seeing the sorry state of their daughter. Thilve had several deep claw marks on her back and a deep stab wound on the side of her chest. Blood spurted out of her wounds, resulting in her body looking pale.
Kirat and the wood elves placed Thilve on Michael's feet and knelt before him.
