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Amidst the chaos, Alan and Zena moved with swift determination. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and the metallic tang of spilt blood. Elves clashed in frenzied battles; their once harmonious community was now torn apart by an unknown force. Alan's eyes, normally calm and observant, were sharp with focus.
Zena, protecting themselves with a gravity orb around them showed the intensity of the battle that was taking place.
"Stay close," Alan said, his voice cutting through the cacophony. They navigated the tumultuous streets, their movements synchronized, dodging fights and leaping over debris. Their goal was clear: find Elmon.