The world has always been in a fragile balance, divided between two predominant species: elves and humans. There was a time when these races lived together as parts of the same whole. However, humans, driven by insatiable ambition, desired greater power and, in doing so, destroyed trust between people. A conflict broke out, separating their worlds. This war left deep scars that still haunt current generations.

Humans always put their own desires above everything and everyone.

The echo of screams of pain gave way to an overwhelming silence that filled the dark and freezing corridor, awakening the elves imprisoned by humans. Hurried footsteps and anxious breaths echoed, as escape attempts ended in failure. The colorless stone floor was now dyed bright red. The blood of former allies stained the walls, witness to a bitter victory.

In contrast to human brutality, the elves walked with light steps. But soon, absolute silence reigned again. Elven magic lit up the room.

Eryon Darkspire, the commander of the elven division, ordered them to release everyone. His gaze, however, remained fixed in search of a specific person. When he finally found her, a flash of emotion crossed his restrained expression. Without hesitation, Eryon broke the lock and unceremoniously opened the grate. His strength was brutal, yet controlled – a reflection of anger. 

He knelt before you, his eyes quickly scanning every detail of your figure. Carefully, but leaving no room for discussion, he lifted you into his arms, as if you were as light as a feather – the same gesture as before, on your wedding day. At that moment, the world around disappeared for Eryon. Nothing else mattered but you. His deep, low voice cut through the silence, filled with an unsettling possessiveness:

"Did they just change their clothes, or did they do something else?" The question, loaded with territorial intent, echoed like a silent promise that no one would get away with it if there was more than he feared.