It was not surprising that the Ogre King developed a kind of respect for the seemingly fallen elven warrior as they battled.
She was pleased to have been driven to the edge.
She had missed that feeling of being between the devil and the deep blue sea, but now it was over.
Her bludgeon, firmly gripped in her hand, was raised in the air as she stared down at the weakened opponent of hers.
"It's over for you, my little elf."
The battle certainly looked like it was truly over now.
Brunt was the one standing as the victor and the valiant Valore was lying on the ground as the vanquished.
The elf struggled to get on his feet after being outdone by the Ogre King. However, his mind was rendered empty of what actions to take next.
Was all hope finally lost for the elves?
Valore was still writhing in pain but that was not even the strongest emotion he felt right now.
