CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The next morning, after the man and his son had left, Malcolm and Casper resumed their journey to Milodor.
As they flew over Ehanica, Malcolm was intrigued by the very long lines of White Elves he saw being taken north. Apart from that there didn’t seem to be much activity at all. From what Casper had told him, the Pentagram Council lost the battle without a fight. They simply surrendered themselves and their armies to Diablo as he had poisoned the Dark Pool. Of course, now that he knew Diablo was actually the Dark Pool, he wondered exactly what had happened.
But Malcolm would have expected virtual normality, which is what he had seen in Musos when they were last there. But now it was just long lines of White Elves being marched north. The Dark Elves were herd
