The battle in the town raged as buildings burned. The air was hot and choked with smoke.
Lysander finally saw his daughter far away. Her scream made him turn back but her scream wasn’t the only thing he heard. A loud cry rang right after and a giant eagle swooped down.
The gale generated by its mighty wings forced him backward. Lysander looked at the eagle and the snow elves who were not too far away from her.
He turned, racing for his daughter. The elf commander watching from the back of his giant eagle scoffed, drew his sword whose hilt looked like wings.
"You disappoint me, Lysander." The elf commander muttered to himself as he flickered, his coat fluttering and appeared beside Lysander, swinging her sword horizontally.
Lysander leaped over the sword but the elf commander caught the back of his collar and pulled him back.
As Lysander slammed the earth, ice burst out of his wrist and shin, forcing the town head to scream with wide eyes while the commander calmly walked past him, heading for Tindra.
"Touch her and I’ll rip you apart!" Lysander screamed even louder, pulling one arm out of the ice. His body trembled but he pulled the other out.
The elf commander stopped and watched as Lysander beared the pain to rise up. His ice cold eyes gleamed.
"You’re like the progenitor of your kind. Wood Elves, the lowest of all elves. I find my mission to wipe you out insulting but to think... one of my kind dare produce this unknown existence with you." The commander looked at Tindra who was slammed to the ground by an assassin. She was nothing before these war veterans who had lived a couple hundred years at least.
"Let us be!" Lysander rose to his feet.
"Orders were to exterminate the wood elves of this forest but your daughter is different. I will have to take her back."
Lysander picked up his axe and took three steps before two arrows pierced his back, sending him right back to the ground.
The elf commander approached Tindra who struggled against the assassin as she watched her father struggle to rise up once more.
At that moment, the elf commander saw something bright in the sky. He squinted, but quickly discovered that it was actually a man.
Godfrey suspended mid air, his wings acting as anchors.
Godfrey couldn’t believe the town he walked into some hours ago now burned like hell. Those graceful creatures were slaughtered or burned and the town head looked like he wasn’t far from the grave while these snow elves stood in this burning hell like messengers of death.
His eyes went to Tindra. Tears spilled down her soot stained face and not far from her stood a man he would call the boss.
He was tall and his aura as Godfrey could sense was that of a 17. 5 Saint Tier! That elf commander was the strongest boss he had ever faced till date.
"I heard you have two knights. Summon them." The elf commander said, like he was commanding a soldier under him.
Godfrey smiled coldly. "You heard wrong." He said as his feet touched the ground. He clenched his fist and crushed the heads of the assassins beside Tindra.
Circular golden diagrams appeared beside and behind him, unleashing all four of his summons. Dirge at his right side, Lament at his left, Tempest above him with his lightning tendril wings spread out, and Mountain behind him.

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