Gideon stared at his own reflection in a muddy puddle on the outskirts of Thalendor, and what he saw made him want to scream in rage.
His pointed, elegant ears, the symbol of his Rare Race of High Elves, had vanished. In their place, only ordinary, rounded human ears remained. His skin, once flawless and exuding a faint magical aura, now looked pale and lifeless under the heavy sun of Elysium.
"Damn them… a thousand times damn them," he hissed, clenching his fist so tightly that the knuckles turned white.
Around him, Rick, Silas, and the rest of the group also wore expressions of defeat. They had all been reborn as ordinary humans after the massacre in the Mythlorien Forest. Sure, most of them had been human before that, so for them, aside from losing a level, nothing had changed.
