Collectively, all the elves immediately took positions around the area leaving no angle for any intruders to slip by undetected. 

"Now."

Byron stares at Leon and Aria with a gaze as if he was trying to peer into their thoughts.

"What reason do you have to invade our forest humans?"

Leon and Aria glanced at each other as Aria open her mouth to speak. However, her words were cut short from the grunts of pain that emanated from Leon's lips as he doubled over and fell onto his knees.

Curiously enough, the man the other elves called Byron did the same as Leon as a red glow begins to shine on both of their backs. 

Leon's and Byron's mind begin to fuse and their thoughts begin to meld together, sharing their experiences and thoughts. But more prominently above all else, Byron's pain. 

The runes on Leon's back pulsed almost as if they were alive and with each pulse the pain only seemed to worsen as by this point Leon's muffled screams became silent as the pain reaches it's crescendo. 

At the very end of the pain, Leon begins to see a glimpse of a memory. Not his but rather, Byron's. 

A crown of thorns atop a hanging elf for all to see. Blurred with tears as Byron can do nothing but lament as his head is forcibly held down to a log. 

Unable to move and unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, Byron's screams and vows ring out as the air splits. A thump is heard shortly after with the sound of a steady stream. 

As the memory ends Leon and Byron are forced back into reality. 

Byron's face full of rage as tears stream down his cheeks as he screams out a woman's name 

"LYDIAAAAA!!!"

Leon lays prone as he falls back down, weak and void of energy. What emotion that had invigorated Byron with rage had left him exhausted and vulnerable.

Aria seeing how Leon is struggling to get up attempts to help only for Byron to reach Leon first. 

Byron violently rolls Leon over as he brings his falchion up to his neck. 

"Which of the seven devils sent you? Draxus!? Amier!? Answer me!"