The Confrontation

The air grew increasingly tense as the army of men began to fall within sight.

Aurora stood still, her stoic demeanor unchanging for even the slightest second, as she watched the silhouettes of the humans draw closer.

They were on horses—all of whom were enchanted to move faster than normal while experiencing as little fatigue as possible.

The man at the forefront, while initially nothing but a blur, soon became a clear image for Aurora.

'He must be their leader…' She thought to herself.

He had a fur coat on—resembling the hide of a white wolf—and he had nothing else on for a shirt, so his entire chest was exposed for all to see.

His baggy trousers firmly stayed at both sides of the mount he wielded, and his long, unruly hair made him look more animalistic than man.

He had glowing orange eyes that belonged to a predator, and his determined gaze had no hint of fear.

There was no doubt in Aurora's mind.

'He's the leader. Those two who are close to him must be his captains.'

One of the men was dressed like a Mage—with a purple hooded cape covering his face, and a somehow elaborate garb that served as his entire attire.

He had jewels decorating his hands and neck, which were clearly Enchanted Items, and stuck behind him—like a spear or sword—was a gnarled staff of some sort.

The man was most likely a user of Magic, according to Aurora's analysis.

As for the second man, he had heavy armor on—from head to toe.

His face wasn't even exposed thanks to the helmet he wore. He only had his visor—meant for seeing—and punctures close to his ears and nose so he could breathe and listen.

The heavy armor he had on was obsidian black, though it had silver designs all around.

Aurora could see no blade with the man, but she knew he had to use some kind of weapon.

'Does he have an ability to conjure weapons? Or maybe he's storing them somewhere. Perhaps a Spatial Ring or something of the sort…'

Aurora knew humans were very innovative with technology, something that Elves had no experience in.

She didn't think it made their race any better than hers, though, considering what they had to do to arrive at such a precipice.

They literally upturned the way of Nature in their selfish bid to grow stronger.

The fur coat that Fenrir wore, for example.

It had to belong to some kind of powerful Monster. By killing the Monster, he had grown stronger.

However, growing stronger also meant they had deprived nature of one of her agents.

The Enchanted Items that they all boasted of was only possible due the sacrifice of countless lives.

It was disgusting.

'But it seems even we have transgressed…'

By requesting for Enchanted Items, they were essentially endorsing the wicked acts of mankind. The only way Aurora could justify what was going on was by giving the excuse:

"They would have done it anyway, even if we didn't desire Enchanted Items."

It was thanks to this mental gymnastics that she could at least remain somewhat noble in her pursuits.

'In any case, the fight draws near. I have already strengthened my resolve to do what needs to be done… for the sake of my people.'

Elves weren't fighters. They had very little to no experience when it came to true combat.

That was yet another thing humans had over them—though it wasn't a compliment to say that man was more violent than the Elves.

It was for this very reason that Aurora had been hesitant to fight humans. Their prowess and endless wickedness could prove to be their greatest strengths when facing her people.

But… the option of peace had long since died.

There could only be war.

'I may have to use sheer violence, and I'm prepared for that. As long as I do not kill them, then my ethics are preserved.'

No matter how vile humans were, they weren't deserving of death.

Not by her hands anyway.

Aurora looked ahead once more and noticed the obvious changes.

The silhouettes were no longer distant, but were now concrete men who were not too far away from Aurora and her sisters.

'About three hundred men. They don't appear particularly threatening, but I can not dismiss their number.'

Aurora closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh.

She opened it slowly and summoned a staff out of nowhere.

It was an ashen staff—almost white—and she tightly gripped it while placing its sole on the ground.

This was a staff only elders could wield, as it came from the Elder Tree of their Elven Village.

The mere fact that Aurora summoned it meant that she had no intention of holding back.

Even the Elves behind her looked shocked at her decision. However, they could not question it.

Lady Aurora's actions were for the benefit of the Elf Family.

'Come, vile humans.' Her thoughts echoed as her bluish-green eyes glowed.

'None of you will get past me!'

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Fenrir and his army slowed down as they neared the entrance of the KariBlanc Eastern Warehouse.

They had expected to be greeted by the Dragon, but so far there was no enemy in sight.

Until now…

'Who are these chicks? I noticed them from afar off…'

The first thing he noticed was their pointed ears, so he quickly realized they were Elves.

Their beauty was enthralling, and despite their fierce expressions, they looked very delicate.

The woman at the forefront was the most beautiful of the three—no, that didn't do her justice.

'She's the prettiest lady I have ever seen.'

Fenrir and his men stopped about a hundred meters from them, and he dismounted almost as soon as they halted.

He took a few steps forward, his eyes lit with desire.

"You three… I like you." He pointed at the three Elves, his teeth now being completely displayed alongside his brazenness.

He could see the frowns on their faces, but that only made him more excited.

He could even feel a slight bulge in his crotch.

He took a few more steps forward and placed a hand on his hairy, muscular chest.

With a loud voice and an excited tone, Fenrir made his declaration.

"Be my brides, and I shall forgive your defiance!"