Alden sized up the Dark Elf from afar.
They were tall, almost to the point they towered over him. They were also lean, doubtless possessing a physique fit for combat.
The strange markings on their skin glowed with a pale light, appearing as little specks within the thin fog.
Alden would have been a little mesmerised if it wasn't for the grim nature of the situation.
As it was, though…
He had a tough battle up ahead.
For he did not doubt that the Dark Elf was stronger than him. An air, similar to that of an [Adept] Mage swirled around their figure.
Alden's expression quickly turned sombre. There was still some lingering bloodlust, but it was being suppressed by the need to keep a level head.
'Calm.'
The young man repeated the phrase in his mind. While he was doing that, the Dark Elf also appeared to be assessing him.
