"Where am I? Did I die?"
An elf who had fallen to the ground scratched his brow and gazed blankly at the damaged Mount Creation and the massive craters and fissures in the earth.
Touching his body, the Elven King found that the elf chess was not on him, which made his expression change. What made his expression change even more was that the girl suspected to be King Landhar III was lying in the arms of a woman he was very familiar with.
"Avril! You are Avril!"
The Elven King's eyes widened as he saw the familiar face he had not seen in almost ten years. He strolled over, unconcerned about the elven race chess piece.
Unlike the Elven King, the other elves were at a loss for a time until recollections of what had just occurred flashed through their brains. That was what Watson had sent to them via the elven chess piece. At the same time, they felt enslaved, which caused their faces to turn ugly.
