There was nothing that could be said that would help the situation. Nothing that could help with the pain Aurelius had felt over losing his homeland, his family, his friends. Gawain was starting to worry for not only his friend but for their chances of winning this battle. Aurelius was one of the best known elven warriors that could beat damn near anyone. This is the man that trained his warriors in the ways of the blade and magic alike. Allora was also a powerful Elder with unlimited use of earth magic at her disposal. Defeating them would be no easy feet even with the aid of the Dark Ones and yet Alistair had done so.
Aurelius stood with his fists clenched tightly, his body trembled with rage. He silently made a promise to himself that he would avenge his fallen comrades even if it mean
