"Where's the Dragonblood Crystal?" Ethan asked coolly, his tone calm but unmistakably firm.
Kaelen, the Bladedancer Elf hero, visibly flinched. "How do you kno—" His face went pale, but he quickly gave up trying to lie or resist. With a resigned sigh, he handed over a chest. "It's all here. Every last Dragonblood Crystal."
He hesitated for a moment, then fixed Ethan with a deep, intense stare. "Lord of Emerald Castle… you'd better think this through. If you really take the Dragonblood Crystal, there's no going back. Some lines, once crossed, can't be uncrossed."
"Sure, you've taken out fifteen of our Emerald Dragons, ten Green Dragons, and fifty unicorns and War Unicorns. That's a heavy blow, no doubt. But even after all that, Emerald Castle still isn't a match for the Kingdom of the Night Elves."
