After the battle with the elves, mostly everyone that participated had the same thing to say, that the elves appeared weak. It was rather underwhelming, even the lowest ranked vampires seemed to have something to say about it.
Aldritch didn't pay much attention anymore. From what he could gather, it was either the elves were testing them and willing to throw their own to their deaths, or there was something he was yet to notice.
After scanning his brain, Aldritch came to the conclusion that there was the possibility that the elves may be suffering from some internal conflict that had made them this way. In the end, there was no way of knowing, so Aldritch let the thoughts go for the moment.
Slowly, night time came, the atmosphere carrying the faint hum of magic that seemed to saturate everything.
