The air crackled with tension as Seline squared off against the elf. Her crystalline staff glowed faintly in the dim light of the spire, its surface shimmering with aetheric energy. The elf stood tall and unyielding, his golden eyes fixed on her with a quiet intensity. The elemental hum around him was palpable, a constant reminder of the immense power he wielded.
Seline gritted her teeth, forcing her fear to the back of her mind. She had chosen this path, knowing full well the risks. If she could reach him—reason with him—there was still a chance to end this without further bloodshed. But the elf's stoic demeanor suggested otherwise.
"I won't let you hurt anyone else," she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.
The elf's expression remained unreadable. He raised his staff without a word, and the ground beneath Seline's feet trembled.
