That changed everything.
The demon's expression darkened.
This wasn't an empty threat. The elves—aloof as they were—rarely made declarations like this. And never publicly. For them to speak out, here, now, on human soil… and for a human?
It meant something far deeper.
And that unsettled him.
But he wasn't the only one.
The humans, especially Mars and the warriors behind him, were stunned into silence. Their shock was painted on every face.
They were natives of this continent. They knew the elves well.
Elves weren't bloodthirsty like the demons, no. But they were calculating. Cold. They kept to themselves. Made no promises unless it benefited their race. Even during alliances, they gave only what was necessary—and never more.
To hear one speak of a human—a human not even from their own territory—with such value… it wasn't just surprising.
It was alarming.
Mars narrowed his eyes, jaw tight.
Why would the elves—of all people—protect him?
