"Don't give up so easily."
"LOKI!!!"
The Blood Elves around me erupted in cheers, their faces lighting up as though I were some kind of savior.
It was ridiculous.
I'm a damn Half-Human, stuck in the middle of this war, and yet here I am, helping them. What the hell am I even doing?
I glanced at Edryn, still trembling on the ground, barely clinging to life. Without thinking, I had intervened—kicking Rodolf away from him.
Rodolf and Cylien were supposed to be my allies in this war. They weren't the villains here; they were defending their homeland, Sancta Vedelia. And yet...
I clenched my fists tightly, shaking off the gnawing thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind.
No. Stop overthinking.
I came here for a reason: to save these idiotic Blood Elves. As reckless and stubborn as they were, they weren't bad people. There was something driving them beyond greed—a purpose, something far more important.