The mother tilted slightly toward her child, narrowly and unknowingly evading death as the arrow pierced through the wood beside her.
The sound made the wood elf rise up, but as her eyes snapped toward the window, another arrow struck her forehead.
There wasn't even a drop of blood as frost spread out. The snow elf nocked another and killed the child while the father stood outside with other Wood Elf soldiers, racing to engage the Snow Elf assassins.
A figure with pure white hair and black leather armour came out of a swirling portal, his shadow looming over the dead mother and child as moonlight spilled through the window.
He brought out a small red ball, threw it up, and vanished. The moment the ball hit the floor, the small wooden home was set ablaze.
