Malvador had presented the Elves.
Now all three races of Seraphim were present in the Crucible and they met at the War of all things.
Now that the Elves were here and Malvador had a fighting chance, Pablo asked the Vampire to might as well strike when the iron is hot. Meaning, to show the surprise he was waiting to show for all this while.
Malvador said that he was already going to do that and from the soldiers of the Elves, an elderly elf with long hair stepped forward.
He had no weapons on him and he had no armor. He wore a white robe.
Malvador was standing with his arms spread and the robed Elf started muttering something under his breath.
Pablo paid attention to the words but the elf muttered so low that even Pablo's ears couldn't make out any meaning out of them. Though, he did get to know that the elf was speaking in his native language.
And seeing the elves, Pablo remembered that he had something like that with him too.
"Hena. Where are you?"
"Inside Draxus."
