The atmosphere crackled with tension as the two elves faced off against a mysterious hooded figure in the moonlit forest.
Jaegar, still reeling from the abrupt turn of events, remained on edge, unable to fully comprehend the intricacies of their confrontation.
It was Daratrine, the sister of Felaern and a formidable presence in her own right, who held Jaegar captive. She gently lowered him to the forest floor, releasing her grip, and in a blur of motion, she unsheathed a slim sword with remarkable speed.
Her movements were a display of her elven agility; they were so swift that Jaegar could hardly follow them.
With a poised stance and her blade held in readiness, Daratrine launched herself at Wi'thas, her sword slicing through the air like a viper's strike. But Wi'thas proved to be equally agile, evading her deadly attack with a fraction of an inch to spare. The sword grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of crimson blood.
