The dark elves halted when they saw their leaders killed, something that many of them had never experienced in their lifetime. It was a horrific sight to behold, and it caused their bodies to tremble. A few started retreating, and then more followed. Not long after, they all started running away in a panic.
Aren chose not to chase after them. He watched with an empty gaze in his eyes. He could care less about them wanting to run away. All they wanted was to ensure that the elves did not stay. A fight with difficult-to-kill enemies would always be an issue.
Fang stood beside Aren. He stretched his hand out and patted Fang on the head. "You did well," he said, and then turned to the others. They stood waiting for Aren. He looked at them as they showed emotions of relief, and somehow that made him feel off.
'What's this feeling? It's like them having relief for one success is pissing me off.'
