"Help them up quickly, we must leave as soon as possible, the Heart Devouring Demon is coming."
Seeing the other dozen elves shivering, Teriel reached out and fanned their faces.
Noticing their panicked and dumbfounded expressions, he gritted his teeth and shouted,
"Now's not the time to cry, focus on surviving first."
"Let's hurry up and follow that Dwarven Elf!"
The elves helped their companions and caught up with Teriel's pace.
Teriel struggled to pick up the rusty blade of the Troll, moving cautiously to the doorway.
To his surprise, Serra hadn't gone far.
Beside her stood several dozen tall figures.
All Dwarven Elves!
No, there were also three or four elves among them.
Despite the dim lighting in this section of the dungeon,
Teriel was certain those three or four figures were indeed elves.
"Elves mixing with Dwarven Elves?"
"Or have they been tamed into slaves?"
