“Put this on. We’re heading out. The battle started.” Azzoth busted into her room, whipping a bundle of clothes into her face and for a moment, Elanor really considered acting like it killed her.

However, that would just delay the inevitable.

“I’m making the request that you and everyone else begins to knock.”

“Knock knock. Now get up.”

She sighed, making her way to the bathroom and quickly changing. The clothes that Azzoth had brought were pitch ...