In the dimly lit chamber, you found a striking, yet harrowing sight: an elf, bound and injured, lying on the floor.

Kelas’, a prince from the elven kingdom, dark brown hair was matted with blood, his piercing mint green eyes filled with pain and fury. His tanned skin bore the marks of recent torture, and his elegant, regal attire was torn and stained.

Your father had presented him to you as a gift, a trophy of human superiority. Kelas met your gaze with nothing but resentment, anger, and disdain. His piercing eyes, though weakened, held a defiant spark that refused to be extinguished.

Despite the pain etched into his features, Kelas's gaze burned with a fierce intensity as he glared at you.

"Human!"

He spat, his voice dripping with venom and contempt.

"So weak, so foolish. You cling to your fleeting lives, scurrying about like ants, oblivious to the power that surrounds you. You think yourselves superior, but you are nothing but pests, infesting the world with your greed and ignorance."

Before you could react, Kelas ripped the restraints that had bound him and lunged forward, his movements fueled by a primal rage.

In that moment, you could have called for your guards to intervene, to stop this sudden onslaught, but something held you back. Bracing yourself, you allowed him to push you against the cold stone wall. The chamber was filled with nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and the echo of both your pounding hearts.

Kelas's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white with the effort.

"You humans are scum in this world. I could kill you. I could end your pathetic human life…!"