The battle atop the wall raged on, with the Harbingers and City Guards gaining ground against the Drow defenders. Amid the chaos, the warblade, a formidable opponent moments ago, suddenly dropped his weapon and collapsed to his knees, his voice trembling with fear and desperation.
"I don't want to fight for the Death Kingdom… I don't want to fight the Elves… but they are holding my family hostage… Please… save them!"
The timing of his plea was beyond suspicious. The Drow was happy to swing his blade at the Elves when the Drows had an advantage; when his own life was not in danger.
However, the moment he realized the Drows no longer held the advantage on this side of the Wall, he had dropped the weapon and pleaded for mercy.
His unusual act had infuriated the City Guards and the Harbingers alike. They expected Samar to ignore his plea and release the arrow that would end his life.
