The weakened elf stood up straight, even though he was now injured and weak, he stood proud and tall and his eyes shone with determination and decisiveness.
[I'M WILLING TO SURRENDER TO THE NILREM HUMANS AND HAVE THE NEXT GENERATION CONTINUE THROUGH THEM!]
As soon as the elf uttered these words, a magic formation with a tree mark at the centre appeared on his forehead and when the magic formation activated, the elf exploded into a puddle of blood. The blood didn't scatter but was held together by an invisible force and pulled it all together to create a single drop of black blood. The other elf's eyes shone with determination and he repeated the words of the now dead elf.
