The Gravely Wounded Elf Queen

The crimson glow of the sunset soaked through the glass dome of the Elf Royal City, and the air was thick with the scorched smell of burned spiritual energy and the bloody scent of plant spirits.

The silver-white armor of the Light Faction Elves flashed amid the broken walls and ruins, colliding with the dusky violet demonic flames of the Dark Faction Elves in blinding streaks of light. This brutal battle sweeping through the royal city had already lasted three days.

The Light Faction Elves' battle line was retreating step by step. Blackish-purple tainted blood had congealed on their silver blades—the corrupted energy born from the Dark Faction Elves' collusion with the Evil Spirit Race.

Cracks had appeared in the Moonlight Crystal defensive formation atop the city walls. Ghostly green Evil Spirit Shadows wriggled through the gaps, gnawing away at the ancient barrier of the Elf Royal City.

The elf warriors who supported the royal authority stood with their backs against the White Jade Statue that symbolized royal dignity, building the final line of defense with their bodies.

Their leader—the Elf Queen, Elamari—stood at the center of the battle line.

Cracks also covered Elamari's Gilded Armor. Her once-radiant golden hair was plastered to her cheeks with blood, and only those ice-blue eyes still burned with furious flames.

The Holy Radiance Scepter in her hand continuously released purifying light, reducing the charging dark creatures to ashes. Yet the gem atop the scepter had already dimmed, while the golden blood spilling from the corner of her lips proclaimed the crisis of her exhausted spiritual energy.

"For the royal city! For the glory of the Elf Race!"

Her cry pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, yet it could not halt the tide-like charge of the Dark Faction Elves.

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