The wind brushed past Nylian's hair, making it gently flutter. With the backdrop of the starlit sky, he looked less like a man and more like a celestial being, who had descended from the heavens to strike down the abominations of the Underworld.
Yet, despite slaying the Mana Core Magus, Alecto, of the Cult of Bones with a swift sword strike, the elf's face appeared slightly pale. His breathing was also a little labored. It would appear that one strike had consumed a lot of his mana.
The elf glanced at the pale and exhausted figure of an elderly man descending on the freshly cut peak, then landing gently beside him. He immediately placed a hand on his chest and respectfully bowed.
"Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you."
He paused for a moment, then added, "And I thank you for the assist."
