The elves stared at their fallen leader with tears in their eyes. Arthur remained standing as the dark elf bled on the arena, his expression unreadable. Tiara stared from the side, looking between Diana and Arthur.
"What benefit would this bring?" asked the princess with unease as she tightened her grasp on the necklace around her neck. "The elves will hate Arthur at this rate."
"Arthur doesn't care about being hated," Diana said with a smile as she stared at the fallen elf. "He cares more about people revealing what's buried in their hearts."
"In their hearts?" Tiara questioned with confusion as she stared at her, and then Diana nodded toward Malrik on the ground. As the princess turned to look at the warrior, she found that he was rising again.
The crowd cried out, with cheers echoing from behind. The sight of their leader rising despite the blood trickling down his body made their blood boil as they began to stomp on the ground in a certain rhythm.
