"Our...Dream..."
The Buffalo muttered its death throes. Muttering the same words every guildmaster believed in.
Elijah unsheathed his sword, He looked at the System notifications.
[Warning: The Marquis Is descending!]
He had been looking at this for a while.
"We've...lost."
"Noo...."
The others were in disarray.
Elijah ignored them all and went to the dead Buffalo.
He gently closed his eyes and muttered.
"Your dream was great...But your methods to attain it were wrong."
He was praying for the villain...how heroic of him.
"I pray that you find peace."
Elijah had killed this one painlessly. The golden Lion was struck in his own horrid delusion. That angered Elijah.
"Eli! What do we do?!"
Elaine rushed to him.
Elijah looked at her with a smile before sitting down on the ground.
"We wait."
He said calmly.
The others went into hysteria.
"What?!"
"We just wait to die?!'
"Eli! We have to go support Alan!"
Elaine begged.
"Maybe if you go, we can stand a chance!"
