In the Forest of Elves, Eve gazed with a sanctified expression at the defiant elves before her.
How should one put it?
Eve perceived that there were indeed distinctions among the elves, and those distinctions were far from trivial.
Take herself, for instance—confident and poised, undoubtedly a figure of royalty.
But what about the others?
"You, the blasphemous fallen elf who desecrates the Mother Tree! You deserve to perish in this calamity! We will watch from the Underworld as you descend step by step into the abyss, ultimately joining us!" The leader of the elves kept hurling abuses.
Whoever said elves were all graceful and incapable of cursing?
Eve was certain that person had never encountered an elf before. These pointy-eared creatures could curse quite filthily!
Before she could retort elegantly, a dark crescent slash severed the heads of the cursing elves.
