Lana
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Then—
Clang.
One elf dropped his sword. His body trembled. His eyes locked on me in fear… then he fell to his knees.
Followed by another. And another.
Like falling dominoes, the once-proud, upright elves dropped one by one, their weapons clattering to the ground, heads bowed in silence.
Even the demons standing on the other side of the battlefield could only gape.
The elves' foreheads touched the dirt. Some gritted their teeth, choking on shame and rage, but none dared to raise their blades again.
"This… is insane…" Yae whispered behind me.
Even Rhydan stared at me with a look of half-fear, half… awe?
But someone still hadn't kneeled.
The Crown Prince.
He remained standing atop the half-crumbled silver balcony, his face dirtied, bloodied yet his eyes still burned with pride.
With rejection.
