When Adrian arrived at Eldryth, he realized that the war was far from ending. The High Elves were clearly being overwhelmed by the King. They were slowly running out of energy, and it was a surprise they'd lasted as long as they had.
But, below in the main battle, the Elves were thinning the human ranks and victory seemed close for them there.
But everyone knew that their triumph didn't matter in the grand scheme. The true decider of the war's fate lay in the skies above, where the King clashed with the mightiest of the Elves.
Whoever triumphed from that confrontation would decide the ultimate winner.
Adrian's gaze had swept across the ravaged battlefield. Many laid on the ground and some were unable to fight... some others dead.
That sight fueled his anger even more as he sped towards King Theron's location. Despite the Sovereign's fight being some distance from the main battle, stray attacks occasionally landed, killing both humans and Elves indiscriminately.
