Iolrath slowly made his way to where the green cube floated with Corym and a few guards in tow.
They moved with a certain gait, revealing the pride of Elves.
The others were forced to bow in reverence without making a sound.
Acknowledging their presence, he ordered Corym to survey their surroundings while he checked on the trapped troll.
Iolrath reached out and picked up the floating cube before putting it to eye level.
"Even though I crushed it, its vitality kept it alive. Trolls truly are terrifying."
He muttered with a worried expression.
Today was just one, but what about next time and the time after that?
Iolrath was unsure if they could fight a battle on two fronts.
If there were more trolls, would they be able to handle it?
His worries only deepened.
Taking a deep breath, he did away with dark thoughts before sighing helplessly. "Overthinking would only cause problems. Only by thinking forward can we escape our fates."
It was a mantra recited by the Elven Elite.
