Under the fearful gazes of the elves, streaks of black lightning violently struck in all directions.
One of the bolts hit an elf, instantly scorching him.
Those nearby were stunned, frozen in fear.
"Damn it! The lightning's targeting us! Run!" One of the elves shouted.
Chaos erupted. Men, women, and children scattered in every direction, desperately trying to save themselves.
It didn't matter whether they were trading, dating, or just taking a walk—everyone was now running for their lives.
Even more terrifying, the lightning bolts behaved like guided missiles, seemingly able to lock onto their targets. No matter how fast the elves ran, the black streaks chased them down, striking with brutal precision and leaving many unconscious.
The nightmare continued for fifteen minutes before silence finally fell over the Land of Elves. Bodies lay sprawled across the streets and inside their homes.
