The flames flared up again.
I felt it was going to kill us for sure this time.
“Can it be cut at all?”
Count Warrug was visibly hurt, but he strained to wield his sword.
'Not yet, not yet. If he swings now, everything will be in vain.'
If he was going to wield his sword here, we wouldn’t have had to go through all that hard work to reach here.
If he fought now, we’d face not only the Kairos tribe but even the Elves.
If that happened, Easton, which had barely endured thus far, would collapse.
We should prevent that from happening, even if it means our deaths.
But wasn’t there any way? I searched my memories.
I searched for information that would show me how to overcome this situation from what I’d read in the novel.
What was it?
I thought about ways to calm them down.
'Uh! Wait a minute.'
One thing came to mind.
Think about it, why did the Elves reject all other races?
Why were they highly reluctant to allow others into their territory?
Most importantly, why were the Elves, who possessed such strength, helplessly defeated by...
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