Anon pondered aloud, "I wonder why the Elven race has sent a Primary-Level Dimension Lord such as yourself to grace me with your presence?"
Elandriel sensed the young lord's doubt and the darkness that was, in the depths of the young lord's eyes, the crimson darkness waiting to unfurl.
A slight smile played on his lips, conveying warmth.
"Ah, this is a delicate matter," he said, his voice carrying a melodic lilt. "The Elven race has never formed an allegiance with a cosmic species other than the Human species, solely because we are part of the Human species."
"But to fall under the Human banner..." His voice trailed, and Anon's expression continuously darkened.
This was even more humiliating than any failure in this particular mission by those gone by.
