Eleos picked up his shardhammer and kicked open the door to the place where Perses and the person who had teleported him away were fighting. He looked out at the chaos and saw Perses bleeding.
“Perses!” Eleos called out, his voice cutting through the din. He stepped forward, his shardhammer resting on his shoulder. “This has to end. Look at yourself. Look at what this path has brought you.”
He walked slowly towards Perses, keeping an eye on the surroundings for any potential threats. “You’re strong, but you’re not invincible. You don’t have to keep fighting alone. Let us help you.”
Eleos’s eyes softened with genuine concern as he took in Perses’s wounds. “You’re bleeding, Perses. You need to tend to your injuries. Continuing to fight in this condition will only make things worse. I’m not your enemy. Let’s stop this madness before it’s too late.”
He stopped a few steps away from Perses, giving him space but ready to intervene if needed. “I don’t want to fight you. I want to save the Mistwarrens, just like you do. Let’s find a way to do it together.”
Eleos held out his hand, offering peace once more. “Please, Perses. Let’s put an end to this chaos and work towards something better.”