Despair
Any intention Wern had to put up a fight was washed away the moment he saw that lock of hair. As far as he knew there was only one Elf in their group and that was Henrik.
The fact that Eurig had elven hair could only mean he was speaking the truth. That...Henrik really was dead and if that was indeed the case then...the barrier could not be destroyed.
He loosened his grip and allowed Arnett to break free. His mind raced trying to think of another way but seeing the tennis ball-sized gaping hole in Eurig's chest slowly close as if it was no big deal, well, that left him more than a little disheartened.
"What the hell even are you...?"
"Something...more? Hahahaha!"
Eurig broke out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. To see that look of disbelief on the face of the all-powerful invaders brought him immense joy.
He gestured for them to come back and they did. There was no other choice, no matter how much Wern wanted to run away.