There wasn't anything out of ordinary with their group. Just seven elves walking in the road towards Seth and the thieves, but the pressure that descended on them almost made the elven thieves kneel down of the floor.
Their breathing started to get rough, as if they had run a marathon, panting in tiredness. That was the effect that the aura above them produced on their bodies.
Everyone looked towards the group of elves and the thieves instantly recognized the people that just arrived.
"Young Master Ivorn! Please spare us!"
"We didn't do anything!"
"Ahaha, what a bunch of cowards, they just attack people that are weaker than them."
A thin and menacing man started to mock the thieves. He was wearing a black leather armor, where his daggers were hanging. His outfit remembered an assassin, since his clothes were designed to enhance his mobility on the field.