The Elven Camp [Pt 1]

"H-huh…?"

Before Tatiana could croak out a single word, she found herself suddenly right in front of the man who stared right at her.

His presence was so intimidating that, despite him being human, she didn't think of that fact at all. Instead, she trembled in his presence—even when he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You have a high enough position here, so you'll be the one to tell me of your current situation."

The man didn't make any requests.

He gave commands.

Tatiana found herself slowly nodding, despite her aversion and pride. She wasn't one to have a pliable mind, but perhaps all of the stress had gotten to her.

Maybe, after seeing her sisters sprawling on the ground, at his feet, she already knew that fighting him was impossible. She, as well as her sisters, were completely at this man's mercy.

"Are you… a Dragon?" Tatiana muttered as she looked at him.