Association of Weakness
It was in the late afternoon when Rex and Evelyn arrived at the Dark Elf Kingdom.
About half an hour ago, the two received the news of the attack.
Evelyn argued that he shouldn't go to the Dark Elf Kingdom in his state, fearing an ambush that might be placed for him there. Though what she said made sense, Rex didn't heed her and rode Delta to assess the situation.
Since the emissary brought a message, it's definitely not a trap, Rex believed.
Upon demounting from Delta, standing in front of the walls of the Dark Elf Kingdom, he reaches out his hand forward in a troubled way. The sky is obscured by a perpetual veil of swirling black ashes, and a pungent acrid smell blown by the wind stung the nostrils.
Rex becomes more certain, this is surely the work of Edward's black fire.
"What do you feel, Evelyn...?"
"It's him, alright. But it feels a little bit foreign, his mana that is. Like something changed"