Elf: Korni’s straight boyfriend

Korni's eyes were slightly red, tears welling up in them, but her voice revealed a sense of determination and gratitude. She held Seti's hand tightly, feeling the coldness of his hand and the traces of battle. However, deep in her heart, these hands conveyed endless warmth and reliability.

Fisk carefully carried Sett on his back, his movements gentle and steady. Every step he took seemed particularly heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the world. But his steps were extremely firm, without any hesitation or retreat.

They walked along the road, through the ruins and the smoke of gunpowder. Every step seemed to tell of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, which made people feel heavy. Korni looked around from time to time, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She felt sad for the dilapidated scene in front of her, but was also deeply moved by Sett and Fisk's tenacity and courage.

"Fisk, do you think we can really stop the general?" Korni finally couldn't help asking, with a hint of uncertainty and confusion in her voice. She knew that facing such a powerful enemy, their strength seemed insignificant. But she still hoped to get some confidence and support from Fisk.

Fisk was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "I don't know. But no matter what the outcome is, we can't give up. Sett is right, true strength comes from inner tenacity and perseverance. As long as we have light in our hearts, there is hope to illuminate the darkness." After saying this, Fisk seemed to fall into deep thought, his eyes deep and firm.

After listening to Fisk's words, Korni nodded thoughtfully. She took a deep breath and felt an inexplicable power surge in her heart. This power made her feel at ease and full of expectations for the future. She raised her head and looked into the distance, where the war ended and peace began. She firmly believed that as long as they worked hard, they would be able to dispel the haze of war and usher in true peace one day.

Under the careful care of Fisk and Korni, Sett gradually regained consciousness. He blinked, adjusted to the surrounding environment, and then tried to sit up. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a relatively safe hut. Outside the window was a quiet night sky, dotted with stars, flickering with faint light, as if telling endless stories.

"Where are we?" Seti's voice was full of doubt and confusion. He tried to recall everything that happened before, but the memory in his mind seemed to be shrouded in a fog and was unclear. His throat was dry and his voice was particularly hoarse, as if he had to struggle to say every word. However, despite this, he still tried to stay awake and tried to sort out his thoughts.

"Seti, you're awake!" Korni's voice was full of surprise, and tears of excitement flashed in her eyes. She hurried to Seti's side, tightly held his hand, and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seti frowned slightly, feeling the aches and pains coming from his body. He shook his head gently and replied, "I'm fine, just a little tired." He tried to force a smile to comfort Korni, but the fatigue in his eyes could not be completely concealed.

At this time, Fisk came over and handed Sett a cup of warm water. Sett took the cup and drank it slowly, feeling the warmth flowing down his throat and moistening his dry throat. He looked at Fisk gratefully, then took a deep breath and sat up straight.

"Seti, we need to make a new plan." Fisk's expression was serious, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and decisiveness. "Although the general has escaped, he will never give up. We must find a way to find his weakness and defeat him completely, otherwise, he will continue to bring disaster to the world."

Seti nodded, his eyes became firm. He knew that now was not the time to rest, and the challenges they faced were still daunting. He clenched his fists, and a fighting spirit surged in his heart. He told himself that no matter what, he could not fall down, because there were still too many people who needed him to protect, and too many things that needed him to accomplish. He had to stand up and fight for peace and for those innocent lives.

Sett's eyes swept around the dim room, and finally landed on the faces of Korni and Fisk. Their eyes showed both fatigue and perseverance, and this persistence made him feel that he was not fighting alone. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "You are right, we can't stand still. The general's threat has not been resolved yet, we must find him and put an end to it all."

"But Seti, your body..."

Kornie said worriedly.

"I'm fine, Kornie."

Seti interrupted Korni's worries. Although his voice was weak, it revealed an unquestionable strength. "The pain in my body is just a mark of battle. They remind me what I am fighting for. Now, I am more sober and more determined than ever. What we need is a thorough plan and the determination of each of us to go all out."

Fisk nodded and looked at Seti approvingly. He knew that once his comrade made up his mind, no one could stop him. "Seti, I have an idea. We have been confronting the general head-on, but we always seem to fall into his trap. Perhaps we should change our thinking and start from where he least expects."

"You mean..." Sett frowned slightly, as if thinking about Fisk's implication.

"Intelligence," Fisk said in two concise and powerful words, "We need more intelligence about the general, his weaknesses, his plans, and even the forces behind him. Only in this way can we formulate the most effective strategy."

Korni's eyes sparkled when she heard this. "Yes, we can use our network. Although the war has cut off many connections, there are always some secret channels that remain open. I can try to contact my family. They may be able to provide help."

Seti pondered for a moment, and finally nodded. "Okay, then we will split up. Fisk, you will be responsible for finding allies we can trust and strengthening our forces; Korni, you will be responsible for intelligence gathering; and I need to recover my strength as quickly as possible to prepare for the next battle."

The three of them reached a consensus, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and full of fighting spirit. In the following days, they were all busy, and time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

Korni used her family connections to shuttle between various secret bases, and with her wisdom and courage, she pieced together the intelligence fragments about the general bit by bit. She found that the general was not fighting alone, and there was a huge organization behind him. This organization was spread all over the place and controlled countless resources and information. But what shocked Korni even more was that this organization seemed to be inextricably linked to an ancient and powerful force, an existence that even her family rarely mentioned.

At the same time, Fisk also worked tirelessly. He used his combat experience and connections to successfully persuade several small rebel groups to join them. Although these rebel groups were small in number, they were all experienced warriors, and their joining undoubtedly greatly enhanced the strength of Sett and his group.

Sett, on the other hand, locked himself in a simple training room, and carried out hard training day after day. His body recovered faster than anyone expected, not only due to his amazing physique, but also because of the undying faith in his heart. Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, Sett could always hear the voice deep in his heart, which was the desire for peace and the persistence of justice. This voice became his most powerful motivation.

Finally, on a stormy night, the three of them met again. They sat around a worn wooden table, on which were spread the intelligence drawings that Korni had collected. The flickering candlelight illuminated their resolute faces.

"We found it," Korni's voice trembled slightly, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "The general's next target is an ancient relic. It is said that there is a power that can change the situation of the war. He plans to hold a ceremony there to strengthen his power and completely conquer this land."

“That’s our chance,” Seti clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination, “We must get there before him and stop his plan.”

Fisk nodded in agreement. "Besides, we can use the unique features of this ruins to set a trap and lure him into it."

The three of them quickly developed a detailed action plan, and every detail was repeatedly scrutinized to ensure that there would be no mistakes. They knew that this would be an unprecedented decisive battle, but no matter what the outcome, they were ready.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the land, Sett, Korni and Fisk set out on their journey to the ruins. Their figures lengthened in the morning light, appearing both lonely and determined. They knew that this road was full of unknowns and dangers, but they also knew that only by moving forward can they usher in true peace and light.