In a desert where yellow sand danced in the air, Owen charged toward the Burning Legion as they advanced toward him at an astonishing speed, like a mass of emerald-green flames spreading across the land.
Owen ignored the ordinary infernals and instead headed straight for their leader—a blood elf clad in armor.
This elf had an eerie blood-red skin, and the mana fluctuations surrounding her were so dense they turned into mist that lingered around her. Additionally, flames visibly burned on her body, giving her already blood-colored skin an extra touch of strange green.
Those observing the scene quickly recognized the blood elf, their expressions filled with shock.
"A high elf, Avril!"
"She's a celestial god-level blood elf, and to think she's been enslaved by the Burning Legion!"