To most elves, falling down while laboring amidst a raging storm was a common affair.
Furthermore, when the elf that was assaulted released a yelp, it sounded similar to one accidentally slipping due to the howling winds.
Hence, most of the elves glanced over nonchalantly as they continued toiling after affirming nothing was up.
The only one that felt something awry was the assisting elf. He immediately felt something was amiss upon pulling his comrade. The arm of his comrade felt exceedingly peculiar, as though it was devoid of strength like he was pulling a corpse.
He hastily bent down and flipped his elf comrade around. Instantly, a shocking deep wound across the comrade's back right near the heart area greeted him. Then, he noticed the lifelessness in the elf's eye coupled with his ghastly pale complexion.
