"Ed, what are you—"
"Stay back," Ed growled.
His voice was cold—colder than I'd ever heard it.
The other two elves rushed him, but Ed didn't hesitate.
He moved like a shadow, faster than I thought possible.
Slash. One fell.
Snap. The other's arm twisted unnaturally before Ed drove his sword through his chest.
It was over in seconds.
The humans stared at him in stunned silence.
But Ed wasn't finished.
He staggered back a step, breathing heavily. And then—
He muttered something under his breath.
I didn't catch the words, but the moment he spoke them, the air shifted.
The ground trembled beneath my feet.
And then they came.
Monsters—dozens of them—appearing from thin air.
Wolves with jagged teeth. Goblins.
The creatures stood silently behind Ed.
He didn't even look at them.
He just turned to us—face pale, breath shallow—and muttered,
"Let's go."
And the monsters followed.
.
I didn't speak to Ed that night.
I couldn't.
