I am on the brink of death. My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm growing fainter with each passing second. My vision is blurring, the world around me is dissolving into a hazy red mist. The sounds of the forest, once so vibrant, grew distant and muffled, is swallowed by the deafening silence of my impending doom. I knew I am in a precarious position, the forest teeming with dangerous creatures, any one of which could easily finish me off. But I am beyond caring. My body is a wreck, battered and bruised from the dragon's relentless assault. My wounds wept blood, staining the forest floor crimson, a stark contrast to the emerald green undergrowth. I have no potions or healing skills to staunch the flow of life-giving energy, no means to stave off the encroaching darkness. With each passing moment, my strength is dwindling, my will to fight slipping away like sand through my fingers. I have collapsed onto the forest floor, my body is surrendering to the relentless pain. The weight of my injuries pressed down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. The world around me start to fade into a swirling vortex of darkness, my vision is tunneling into a tiny black hole. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, the sounds of the forest grew louder, the creatures awakening from their slumber. I could feel their presence in the shadows, their eyes burning with predatory intent. I could sense their hunger, their thirst for the life that was slowly ebbing away from me.

As I lie wounded and fading on the forest floor, the world around me begins to blur and distort. The harsh sounds of the forest fade into an eerie silence, and the darkness seems to close in on me, suffocating my breath. In this half-conscious state, a vision pierces my mind's eye, a chilling glimpse of a future I never dared to imagine. The sky is ablaze with an ominous red hue, casting an unnatural glow over the desolate landscape. The ground is littered with the lifeless bodies of fallen warriors, their once bright spirits extinguished by an unrelenting darkness. Among them, I recognize the fallen heroes, the twelve brave souls who had once stood as guardians against the encroaching demonic forces. In the midst of this scene of carnage, I see an older version of myself, on a mountain of corpses, his eyes glowing with a sinister red light. His once human form is now twisted and distorted, adorned with demonic wings and horns. A wave of horror washes over me as I realize that this monstrous figure is none other than myself, corrupted and consumed by the darkness that I have always feared. This vision is not a mere hallucination; it's a stark warning of the path I could take if I allow the darkness within me to consume me. The thought of becoming a monster, a destroyer of all that is good, fills me with a profound sense of revulsion. With a surge of willpower, I reject this twisted future.

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As I slowly regain consciousness, I find myself enveloped in a strange, emerald green substance. The cool liquid eases the burning pain that has been coursing through my body, a welcome relief from the dragon's fiery breath. I push myself up, my body still weak but slowly regaining its vigor. As I look around, I am met with a sight that sends a shiver down my spine. Standing before me is a dark elf, his eyes piercing the darkness of the cavern. Dark elves are known for their treachery and their alliance with the demon king, and their presence fills me with a sense of dread. Yet, there is something different about this elf. His expression is not one of malice, but of concern. "Calm yourself, young human," the elf says, his voice deep and resonating. "Your life was in grave danger, and I have spared you from the brink of death." My instincts scream at me to flee, to escape this creature of darkness. But there is something about the elf's voice, a sincerity that I cannot deny. I slowly approach him, my hand reaching out to touch the strange, emerald green substance that covers my wounds.

The king has given orders to exterminate all races allied with the demon king, And the dark elves are among them they are ruthless assassin serving the demon king. The elf say. "I am aware that everyone believes that we are in the darkness king's side," he admits. "But that is not the truth." "Ten centuries ago," the elf continues, his voice filled with regret, "we made a grave mistake. We allied ourselves with the demon king, believing that he would bring us power and glory. But we were deceived, and our people suffered for our folly." He tells me the story of his people, of how they were once a noble race, but were corrupted by the demon king's promises. He tells me of the suffering they have endured for their mistakes, and of their desire for redemption. I listen to his words, and I feel a strange connection to him. I see the pain in his eyes, the regret in his voice, and I understand his desire to be forgiven.

We change our side during the Great War helping the sacre alliance, but still we were not forgiven and got punished.

"Since then, we have endured centuries of oppression and slavery. We have been forced to live in the shadows, despised and feared by al. we have steel chosen to stand with the humans, even though they hate and fear us because choosing demon king brought us against our god, 1000 years of suffering is not enough to atone for our sins"

i listened intently, my heart pounding with a mixture of skepticism and hope. The elf's words were impassioned and sincere, but could he truly be trusted?

The elf's eyes met my, and in them, the i see a glimmer of hope. I see a desire for peace, a yearning for a world where all races could coexist.