The Zor Elves were staring at Eden, and Eden was looking back at them.
The putrid battlefield suddenly became solemn again, as the cold crows danced chaotically in midair, their gray-black feathers falling down.
Both sides seemed hesitant, as if any slight movement would lead to mutual slaughter; this was undoubtedly a game for cowards.
After a long while, Eden spoke first:
"Who are you? Are you here to tend to the battlefield as well?"
Upon hearing this, the Zor Elf, after a moment of hesitation, nodded.
It seemed the other party had no hostility, only wariness.
Eden judged in his mind.
He looked around, seeing that not much could be gleaned from the battlefield, he continued:
"Put down your bow and arrow, we have no need to harm each other."
The Zor Elf, after hearing this, lowered his bow slightly but did not completely put it down.
"Here, there's hardly any spoils of war left, I can't find much more."
Eden paused for a moment, then slowly said:
