POV: Ed
The hum of the car's engine was steady, a quiet backdrop to the silence inside.
The three of them—Zareth, Vynesaa, and Ed—were finally on their way back to the royal castle after completing their journey across the kingdom.
The roads stretched endlessly ahead, illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlamps.
Ed leaned against the car window, watching the blurred city lights flicker past.
His thoughts, however, were far from the peaceful view outside.
Their mission was over.
The survivors had been safely handed over to the Human Association.
He exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the car door.
"It's good there were no martial bloodlines when we fought those elves."
They had won the fight against those sadistic elves, but it wasn't because they were overwhelmingly strong.
It was because those elves were weak. Regular farmers.