"We will not harm you, Eli," Elwin declared, his voice firm and powerful, his eyes bright and forthright. He and Cassidy slowly moved around Eli, their footsteps steady and strong, each step exuding determination and resilience. Their movements looked as though they were participating in a mysterious ceremony, and the atmosphere around them became tense.
Eli's response, however, was unexpected. He slowly raised his head, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile. The laughter was loud and hollow, echoing in the silent hall, devoid of emotional fluctuation, like a sigh from the abyss. His eyes held no sparkle, only the stillness of dark death.
Then, he slowly raised the bone staff in his hand, and the runes on it began to flicker, emitting a faint glow. He did not attack directly but began chanting a strange spell. His voice was deep and raspy, every word filled with wicked magic.
