Whether Angela's hail had worked or the Dark Elves hoped to turn the battle around by boarding them, once their mothership was captured, the blade fighters stopped attacking the Crossbone Vanguard and the assorted other ships and returned to the mothership.
The Dark Elves also connected to the communications channel Angela had sent them, and a figure with his head lowered appeared on the screen.
With his head down, Kraft and the others could not make out his face. All they could see were his pointed ears and bald head.
Besides, these so-called Dark Elves actually had skin tones quite close to humans, unlike the Night Elves or Drow Elves Kraft had seen in his dreams.
Still, he had also seen fair-skinned beings who called themselves dark elves in his dreams, and The Ancient One had already shown him what these Dark Elves looked like, so he was not surprised.
"I am Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves. My deepest apologies for offending you. We..."
As he spoke, Malekith slowly raised his head, then saw Angela wearing a captain's hat and an eyepatch, with a hook for one hand and a peg leg...
Malekith froze. The words he had intended to say lingered on his tongue for a long time, but he could not get them out.
After all, anyone would question their life if they discovered that the person who had defeated them was a cute little girl in a ridiculous outfit.
Malekith was naturally no exception.
Still, Malekith had seen plenty of the world. Life in the universe came in all sorts of shapes, and races that remained in juvenile form were not unheard of. After a moment of stunned silence, he collected himself.
"We only wish to recover our people's lost treasure, the Aether. I am willing