Adrian's lips curved into a dark smile as his status panel lit up. He had done it; the King was dead.
A powerful sense of accomplishment washed over him, momentarily distracting him from the throbbing ache in his dantian and the exhaustion that gripped his every muscle.
He was tempted to check the System rewards, but he forced the thought away. His priorities were clear.
'The war… I have to end it.'
Adrian's mind raced, replaying the events of the last hour. He had taken the King away from the battlefield, but in doing so, he had left the High Elves unrestrained.
He worried about what they might have done in his absence. While they had been the victims of the humans' aggression, the Elves were a proud race.
What if their anger had boiled over, and they had exacted a terrible revenge? He hoped they hadn't done anything too extreme. He wanted to forge an alliance with them, not a blood feud.
