As the confrontation climaxed on the first floor, Elysia regained consciousness gradually in her granduncle's arms. Instinctively, she moved to protect herself from the pressure.
"Don't worry, little one," the old elf said with a kind smile. "We'll get you to safety soon. Just focus on recovering," he added, his caring voice soothing her tense nerves.
Confused, she scanned her surroundings, searching for her brother and trying to understand why the five elders were carrying her. However, the only thing she saw was the blurring wooden walls of the corridor. Despite the chaos, the vigorous roars of her uncles and aunts reached her ears, causing warm tears to roll down her cheeks.
"What happened?" She asked, her weak voice cracking as the worst scenarios played in her mind.
