Samara laughed at the words the old elven woman spat out with a dark face. She clapped her hands, and the snug dark fabric that hugged her body stretched over her enchanting figure as she stared at the multitude of elves surrounding her.
"What if I do touch it? It's mine to begin with. Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this day? Not even all of you combined can stop me."
In the next moment, several powerful demons with four expansive wings behind their backs arrived around the floating elves. The demons glared at the elves with menacing expressions. The atmosphere crackled with tension as numerous eyes locked onto each other, each side waiting for the other to initiate the first move.
