Damon stepped forward through the storm, blood tendrils tearing apart strands of moonlight one after another, blood, darkness and miasma swirling around him like an unshakeable force.
A single glance at Damon told the entire story. His eyes were glowing with a deep, poisonous red. His fangs were bared almost lazily. A thin smile curved at the edge of his lips. The seven moons flickered again, their brightness dimming as the miasma wrapped around them like serpents, draining their light.
"I am taking my fiance with me, one way or the other." He patted the petrified elf on the back and walked forward. A casual wave of his hand once more opened up the cavern for him.
"STOP!" Erelion screamed but black veins spread all over his body, completely paralyzing him. Damon would have simply killed him but he did not want to make an enemy of the entire elven clan just yet.
