Elven Blades

Eryndra was surrounded by the Sealian officials who had gathered in Thimoria. Their faces were serious, voices hushed as one of them finally broke the silence. "We've felt it again," he said grimly. "The presence of Lady Drakarra. After so long."

The princess of Sealia nodded, her blond hair shimmering in the light as her piercing eyes scanned the room. Eldra, the protector of Thimoria and bridge between almost all the nations, stepped forward with an air of authority. "Sealia is not alone in this," she said, her voice steady. "We are willing to support you in taking down this threat."

Eryndra shook her head. "No, Warden Eldra," she replied firmly. "Drakarra can only be defeated by another elf. It's the way of things. Anything else would be futile. Drakarra cursed herself to be killed by one of our kind."