Seraphine lowered her staff the moment she saw him.
She didn't know who the human was or how he'd gotten here, but there was something in her that stopped her from attacking.
Even though she knew she had to fight, because clearly, the man in front of her was aggressive and battle-ready, she just couldn't bring herself to move.
Her instincts, sharp and refined after years of training and battle, screamed that she was making the right decision.
And deep down, she understood why.
The first reason was simple: they didn't stand a chance. Not a single one of them.
The aura radiating off that human wasn't something they could compete with, not even if all the elves here fought together.
The second reason was more personal. She was fascinated.
The way he moved, how he fought despite being outnumbered, the unshakable confidence in his stance, it was mesmerizing.
He was like a storm that refused to die down.
