Johan firmly raised his military dagger, its point directed squarely at the Dark Elf leader standing before him. The air around them felt thick with tension, as if the entire world held its breath, waiting for the next explosion. "I may not know all the reasons behind this attack," Johan spoke with a calm yet commanding tone, "but it's clear that you desire the world tree seed. Your envy of the Elves who have received the blessings of the world tree has brought you to this point."
The Dark Elf leader, hidden behind his black mask, growled angrily. A flash of hatred burned in the eyes that glowed from behind the mask's shadow. "What do you know of our suffering?" he bellowed, his voice booming with long-simmering rage. Without giving Johan time to respond, he raised his hand, and from his dark palm flowed a swirling magic, emanating with a dark light that radiated an aura of destruction.
