Elf Princess

What we encountered was a group of elves already decimated, with half of them horrifically turned into undead, attacking the survivors. Among them, a fierce assault was directed at a young elven girl dressed in an extravagant gown. She squeezed one eye shut in fear, yet glared at her enemies with the other. It's hard to tell if she's brave or just scared.

"Sh-Should I use fire magic—?"

"We're in the forest! You mustn't, you mustn't! We will lay down our lives to protect you, so please, please... wait, Princess Remelia."

"Don't die on me, old man!"

"This old fool has grown so senile lately that I've even forgotten how to die!"

With that flamboyant shout, a handsome elf wielding a katana-like sword leaped at the undead, enveloped in a violent wind—a likely combination of wind magic and katana techniques. With one swift motion, he slashed through the undead elf's body. However, the undead quickly reassembled. They're quite a nuisance, it seems.