[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
[Rumpelstadt Mines]
"Can't believe the old fuck is struggling with these weaklings…"
Elena spoke the words flatly, not even with malice—just an exhausted kind of disdain, as though she couldn't fathom how reality had inconvenienced her again. Perched atop the uneven cliffside that overlooked the Rumpelstadt Mines, she sat with her legs dangling off the edge, boot tapping idly against the stone. Dust clouds below rolled and twisted from the ongoing fight.
Her blue eyes, bright yet lifeless with boredom, tracked the Legatus's movements down below. Conroy—towering, imperious Conroy—was grinding his teeth mid-combat, an expression she had never once seen on him before. That alone amused her.
She let her posture sink further, draping an arm lazily over her knee.
("Huh. That blonde twink—I remember him. The little idiot tried flirting with me ages ago. Gods, the desperation. I thought he was dead.")
