"Arghhh!!!!"
Immediately after the bell stopped tolling, a roar reverberated throughout the village. This roar contained hatred, anguish, and insanity. It made all those who heard it tremble in fear.
In the fortress in the center of Spring Leaf Village, in the cafeteria, Balha sat on the ground, hugging his wife in his embrace and crying loudly out to the sky.
"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh!" His voice had broken, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot. The sides of his eyes were marked with tears and blood, turning into a light red liquid that trickled down his face.
His wife's face was green and her lips black. She already had no strength left in her. At Balha's side was strewn the corpses of elves. No, that's not right. It was more appropriate to say that elven body parts lay around Balha, because there was not a single elf corpse that was still intact.
Every single elf in the hall was killed. None was left alive.
