An Alliance?
I prepared myself to defend as they shot a rain of arrows. I immediately unsheathed my sword, slashing every arrow in my direction. I also enhanced my body with magic, making my movements faster and more precise.
"General, the infected has defended herself!"
My heart is beating fast—and thank the heavens for my quick thinking! Prince Tyson ran towards me, checking if I sustained any injuries.
"Are you okay?" he asked out of worry.
I nodded in response, and he glared at the elves, shouting, "How can you just attack a person without checking if they're sane or not?!"
An elf with a scar on his right cheek came down from the tree, facing us with a glowering look. "Your companion is an infected person, so we need not hesitate to purify her soul from corruption—but seeing that she could defend herself from our silver arrows—she's like those infected who could maintain their sane despite the spreading corruption."