The wind blowing over central London grew stronger. This was no ordinary wind as it was infused with a unique spell that cut off most communication across the entire city. Destruction had grown from different parts of the city as the attackers were mainly targeting elves that had been scattered around the city. No one knew who was in charge of this ambush but it had already caused panic among the humans who were unaware of what was going on—to them, this all appeared as a natural disaster, and the elves were doing their best to keep it looking that way without involving the gods hiding in plain sight.
Luckily, Afres's message had reached Michelle and Ruth just in time before they could leave for Tecar after their conversation. Michelle was shocked that someone dared to attack the elven empire, especially in the queen's presence.
"I think we should leave. We can handle this. The auras might be just minor Creed Soldiers with Oblivion's blessing."
