- Where have you been? - Raphael croaked icily. - Who are you to come here now and say anything to me?
He turned around and grabbed him by his snow-white clothes with one hand, while striking him hard in the face with the other.
Taken aback, not immediately, Ivrim suddenly disappeared from his place, appearing behind the vampire and shackled his hands with invisible fetters. He wiped the blood from his lower lip and shook his head disapprovingly.
- As always irascible.
- Fuck you! - Raphael spat.
- I'm not going to fight with you. - He gestured around him.
The elves, with all their numerous people, fought side by side with other races, finishing off the remnants of the enemy's resistance, taking many prisoners. It seemed that now the war was definitely on the verge of ending.
