The area where the two races would soon clash was brimming with apprehension. The ten commanders remained on high alert, poised to act against the devil who continued to wear a chilling smile, revealing his fearsome fangs.
The wolves mirrored the commanders' vigilance. Despite their recent reprimand from their king, they understood their duty was to protect him at all costs. They were aware of their king's might, including his ability to swiftly end the elf princess, but their loyalty compelled them to safeguard him.
The elves were equally ready to strike if necessary. Tension pervaded the atmosphere, and both armies prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Their collective anticipation seemed to thicken the very air.
As the two leaders moved closer to one another, the sound of their
