"Gyosu… why are you doing this?" I finally asked, my voice steady despite the ache in my body. "Why are you wiping out your own race?"
He paused, lowering his hand as his expression shifted. For a moment, I thought he might not answer, but then he spoke, his tone laced with disappointment.
"This generation is worthless," he said, his gaze distant like he was staring into the past. "All they do is trample on the pride of the Eladrins. There was a time when we dared to stand against demon lords, when we fought with courage and strength. Now, what are we? Hiding on an island like cowards… waiting for the world to forget us."
I spat blood to the side, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Times have changed," I said, glaring at him. "It's you who failed to change with them."
His eyes flared red, veins bulging on his forehead as his anger erupted. He raised his arm, white energy swirling around it like a storm, his voice trembling with fury.
