~Zzztttzzz~
As traces of electricity still buzzed in the air, Esme stood firmly with her staff as she watched the twenty four remaining Elves who gawked at her power.
It seemed she was waiting for them to make whatever move they desired, but at the moment no one was moving. They were merely engaged in a staring contest.
As Gratiana saw all of this by Rey's side, even she couldn't help but be shocked by what had just happened.
"T-that Half Bree—" The moment she said this, a chill descended down her spine, and it came from the man who stood beside her.
His hand was placed on her shoulder, and a gentle smile spread on his face as he stared at her.
"You heard the lady. Don't call her a Half Breed again."
The smile on Rey's face was so scary that the Elder quickly looked away, nodding obediently as she muttered, "Y-yes…"
"Good. Now sit back and enjoy the show." He removed his hand while placing it in his pocket. "I've been curious about how well she fights for some time now."
