Fin

Spring, flowers are blooming, but not all is joyful... On the outskirts of the great capital of Voilith lies a slave market. Deeper into the market, there's a small dungeon where elven slaves are kept in cages. But now they've brought in a new specimen—an ice elf, a rare breed among slaves. While they were transporting him to the market, this elf nearly killed two people, so they chained him, bound his arms and waist with chains, and placed a death bracelet on him that would deliver a strong electric shock if he disobeyed. And surprisingly, this elf didn't say a word. This elf's name was Fin. One night, an auction began, everyone who went concealed their identities and wore cloaks, masks, and so on. Many were waiting specifically for Fin, the ice elf, and when it was his turn, everyone immediately set high prices.

This elf had soft blue hair and sparkling snow-white eyes with long blue eyelashes. His skin was pale and smooth, and behind him were his wings, which looked fragile and snowy. Finn was 23 years old, young but still stronger than other elves.