"Poor creature," Eleanor said looking at the silverline golden spearfish being dismantled by Saleen, feeling rather exasperated. Such a powerful creature of the seas being set up and falling into the trap that was the purgatory of darkness. It eventually ended up helpless and was killed easily by herself.
"What is there to pity about the creature. It didn't grow this big without killing a good number of magic beasts itself. Eleanor, being powerful, for some people or some magic beasts, is a sin. Every part of this thing is a treasure, and it bumped into me. How could I just let it go? We have Metatrin City and massive wealth, and get targeted by some others all the same. Everything we have will be taken away from us as soon as we lose power."
"I am an elf," Eleanor answered with some bitterness.
