The two fourth-tier ice-elemental experts, chained by magical shackles and seated against the wall, were awakened. They still retained the vigilance they had before being bewitched by the Demon Flame Stone. The moment they regained consciousness, they tried to leap up and find Lu Yang, only to discover that they could neither stand nor use magic.
"What... what is going on?"
"Sara, Rustafa? What exactly is happening?"
"Release us, just now we..."
Both were elves in their prime, six or seven hundred years old. After their momentary panic, they quickly understood what the scene before them meant.
Seeing them like this, Sara sighed. She crouched gently before them and pleaded, "The Elf Race on Earth is no longer the same as before. I hope the two of you can change. Do not listen to the Crescent Moon God's deception and continue harming our own kind."
"You actually want to betray the god?" The elf on the left, Yuma, immediately flew into a rage. "Impossible! We are the god's children. I will never betray the god."
The elf on the right was named Tista. His expression was grim as he said, "We will not betray the god."
Sara asked sorrowfully, "Not even for me?"
The two looked at Sara's flawless face. Tista hesitated somewhat, but Yuma did not even bother to consider it. He roared, "What are you? How dare you compare yourself to the god? Release me! I will kill you traitors to the god!"
Sara sighed, rose to her feet, and looked at Lu Yang beside her. "I'll take Tista aside and have a detailed talk with him. As for Yuma..."
Lu Yang smiled. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Let me show you something good. Algayer, pick one brother. I'll reward him with a gift."