Several minutes before Alfar could get there to save Casper, he was still fighting with his comrades against the troops that were following Anton.
They seemed to not be shaken by his death at all. Actually, they were fighting with more ferocity than before the Dark elf finished with him.
Alfar was standing in front of Anton's fallen body. The shot he gave had struck his forehead.
Anton lasted for a few minutes before all his life left the body and he could rest in peace.
The Dark elf felt an uneasy feeling in his heart. Something new for him.
"I pulled the trigger…" He thought, disturbed, though not regretting what he did.
Alfar never had killed someone before. The dirty labor always was left for his second murderous personality, Deamhan. The body could still be of Alfar, but who gave the order to kill was always the Dark elf.
That was the first time he was awake, completely conscious, and could take that type of action.
