Just as the demon reached the top of the dune with blistering speeds, swinging his flaming hand down at the elf variant girl who could only look on in fear, he was suddenly blocked by a blow that appeared out of nowhere.
It redirected his swing and sent him crashing into the sand a few steps away. The suddenness of the attack had taken the demon off guard.
The elf variant girl let out a shaky gasp, finally able to breathe after having been shocked to total stillness by the demon's intense gaze.
"Elara." A tall, green-skinned elf variant, with heavy white wings folded behind his back, nodded in greeting at the rooted elf girl.
Zephyr carefully observed the newcomer, furrowing his brows slightly as he noticed his confusing features.
The guy was very evidently elven, with some kind of avian heritage as a base. But that wasn't what confused Zephyr.
