As the forest parted ways, a band of female elves emerged, each brandishing either a sword, spear, or dagger. They all donned identical attire to the one who confronted Freya. Eryl let out a low growl, her eyes narrowing at the increasing presence of elves.
"A trap...we're surrounded."
"Maybe surrounded, but not outnumbered," the young elf said with a smile. "But considering your main force consists of about 5 people..."
"It will only take one person to deal with all of you."
"And then you will become our enemies. I think we are at a dead end."
The clash between the two parties grew increasingly intense until the moment the elf made a sudden gesture. In response, all of her comrades, much to Freya's group's astonishment, obediently lowered their weapons.
"One more thing and we'll see how to deal with you. Who are you and what is your reason for being here?"
