The sweeping joy in the Elf Clan died out immediately like a smoldering fire. Shock and fear slowly replaced hope and joy. But that was not even the tricky part, his wounds began to heal! It was not at a dramatic rate, but rather at a pace that was still very much impressive. Beside Alex, he heard Angelia gasp in unbelief.
It was not just her, the sinking feeling spread through the Elf Clan at a terrifying pace! This was a real shocker to them! From feeling like their matriarch was on the precipice of victory, to having that hope snatched away, this battle was beginning to feel like a real roller coaster ride!
No one, not even the overly perssimistic Angelia, or the prudent Anna had expected the werewolf to recover so quickly! This was not good at all. She had reached the zenith of her strength, and it was all for naught! Her mental health began to detoriate quickly. The battle had drained her of a significant amount of strength.
