On the other side of the Fae Forest, Khalifa the Huntress, Elven Princess and long-time resident of Forest Grove, was standing over the body of a human military leader.
"They just don't learn, do they? This was the second time in a row that they walked into the same ambush tactic, and didn't even try to change their deployment." She sighed.
The Branch Wraith, a Fae Saint who had converted their Dryad body to an ethereal state in mourning after their home forest was lost, just shook her head in dismay.
"You can only expect so much out of them, Princess. They have power, but it is a stolen power, it never belonged to them, so they do not become more in tune with the world, they only get better at channelling mana." The ancient Fae replied.
"What do you mean?" Khalifa asked.
