The kingdom has fallen. The war took countless lives. Elves and mortals did not get along under the same sky for several thousand, or even hundreds of years. The elf was as cold as ice, because the twilight of the past haunted him. While his horse was walking, he heard voices, braked. - "Hush, animal." — he called to his horse, sighing. And looking at the source of the sound, the Elf frowned.

"Ridiculous. I shouldn't slow down because of someone else's showdown."