The Final Gamble
Éditeur: Translation Nation
In this critical moment, Elrond sneezed despite himself.
Even if he was one of the strongest people on the continent, even if he was the Lord of Rivendell, even if he was the son of the human sailor, Eärendil and the Elf, Elwing who were sung in songs.
(T/N: Unlike what the author claimed, Earendil and Elwing were actually both half-elves)
But right now, he's a human!
Any human that could fall sick would not escape from the terrifying effect of the Pestilence Monarch!
Not only was the dreadful ability bugging Elrond as inevitable as fate itself, it was also as cruel as fate itself!
Elrond had already been hit by the effect once. He even used up to 6 magical accessories amidst his coughing fit but to no avail. At the time, Elrond already had a bad premonition. However, there weren't any outbursts afterwards, so Elrond put it down as a one-time use magic spell. He didn't know that it was a ticking time bomb that was merely lying dormant in his body.