Lirae froze mid-motion, crimson still glistening on her lips. Her voice came out in a whisper. "Erelion…"
Damon's eyes narrowed. That name. He recognized it from his last life. Erelion, the Emerald Storm, one of the youngest elven warlords and a rising star among the elven militant factions who led many of the assaults on the human kingdoms.
But why was this guy here, and how did Lirae know him?
Wait… Damon quickly connected the dots. In his last life, Lirae had already died a long time ago when that assault happened back in the outpost. However, he had changed that story, and now she was alive. So… did that change this elf's story as well?
Snapping Damon out of his thoughts, a thorny hand appeared around his neck and started crushing him.
"You…" Erelion growled. "Bloodsucker! You dared to defile my Lirae?!"
Lirae screamed, "Stop! He didn't force me, Erelion! I chose this! You have no right to-"
