The Dark Elf King stood to his feet and glanced up at the sky, where he first sensed the ridiculously large quantities of Mana.
He then tied his long hair into a ponytail, preparing to engage the threat.
"How dare they send a mere Proxy, have they forgotten who I am?"
He spat, readjusting the crown adorning his scalp, his bronze skin absorbing the rays from the moonlight and his all purple eyes burning with a calm fury.
"Let us come with you father!"
His son, a young man who looked rather timid, contrary to the way he spoke and carried himself.
"No... I alone wi —"
Fwip!
Cutting off his words was the sudden appearance of a pitch black winged creature with a somewhat arrogant smirk on his face.
"Wow~ You did well to protect yourselves from that, I take it you're the Dark Elf King?"
Berkah spoke in a leisurely tone and glanced around, surveying the surroundings.
