Arthur's POV

Smash!

With the sound of something smashing against a tree, someone's palm turned into a fist full of scratches and wounds came into view.

As they punched against the tree in such a violent manner, the friction caused a few new cuts to appear along with the countless old ones.

"Why can't we find him?!"

Arthur shouted as he tried to punch the tree again. But this time, he was stopped by one of his teammates.

"Getting angry won't help, you know."

She was one of the calmest and wisest member of his team. And all that wisedom was nothing but a result of years of experience as she was also the oldest one.

Sierra, the Queen of elves, nobody knew exactly how old she was. And since some of the elves lived for even more than a thousand years, it was even more unpredictable.

"It's just so frustrating.."

Arthur expressed his feelings but at the same time, he also calmed down. As he took a seat nearby, Sierra came and sat by his side to keep him company and listen to his worries.

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