The golden hair, green eyes, pointy ears, and fair skin gave it all away. He should've looked gorgeously handsome, but it was all ruined by the fear on his face.
"Hais.. Elves." The ball of smog sighed and chuckled with mockery, "Everyone was saying in my era that all of you are pure and incorruptible. I guess all that was false. HAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed loudly and eerily.
"N-No. P-Please! Don't go near me! I'll give you anything!" Sirca pleaded with fear.
"Then give me your body!" The smog that is Lord Kelbrom shouted with glee and charged straight at the elf's body.
"Aargh!!!" The miserable prince of the corrupted elf resounded across the land, echoing to the chasm.
