'Sworn enemies of the elves? Isn't that a bit exaggerated? But if I take her words at face value... then she sees me as an enemy.' Zaroth's mind raced. Of all the ways his first encounter with an elf could have unfolded, this was the last scenario he had imagined.
Clearing his throat, he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "Why do you think that I am a part demon?" he asked, managing to make his voice sound calm and composed.
Without saying anything else, the elf extended her index finger and pointed it at Zaroth's palm.
As if responding to the gesture, the symbol appeared and began to glow with its eerie crimson light.
Zaroth stared at the back of his hand in disbelief. 'How the hell did she make it appear? Isn't it only supposed to react if I will it, or if it touches holy water?'
"There are very few things that can escape my gaze," she spoke calmly as she got off the table that she was sitting on.
