Max stared at him with cold eyes.
The secluded area was quiet, and the faint silver light flowing across the crystal walls made his expression look even colder. He did not trust this elf. He did not trust his calm tone, his noble posture, or the way he seemed to know far more than he should.
But the name Caelira had already been spoken, and now that his mother's past was being placed before him piece by piece, Max could not walk away.
"Go on," Max said calmly.
The golden-haired prince nodded slightly.
"It is like this," he said. "There are currently three factions within the elf race that control almost everything. My faction remains neutral most of the time, and we rarely interfere unless the balance of the race itself is threatened. Then there is the second faction, the most aggressive of the three. Their methods are ruthless, their ambitions are extreme, and they believe the elf race should never bow to the will of any other race or compromise its purity for any reason."
