Raze's crimson hair streamed behind her as Roan carried her through the burning skies.
The crowned Dark Elf's words… "That's my Dragon now…" still echoed, but she only sneered.
"Roan will never belong to you," she said coldly, "We'll even burn your arrogance to ash."
The three Dark Elves were no ordinary foes.
Still, Raze was confident that she could deal with them.
She had fought against Vampire Kings and Zombie Kings before, and she could tell that they were all emitting a similar aura.
These elves were strong but definitely not something she should be afraid of.
Nonetheless, she noticed their staffs emit a strong aura of corrupted mana.
Soon, she watched them create spells that warped the air.
The crowned elf raised his weapon, summoning sharp spears that were made of shadow that shot upward toward Roan.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The other two spread their arms wide, chanting in unison.
