I froze, let go of my sword, and watched as she fell from mid-air to the ground. The transparent sword had pierced deep into her chest, glowing silvery-white. "Why?" I crouched down in front of her and muttered. Why did she suddenly run into herself to find her own death, she didn't have great ambitions? "Huh!" The Night Elves smiled wryly...

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