On the wasteland in front of the mine, a scene of utter brutality unfolded.
Screams and wails echoed incessantly, the pungent smell of blood lingering in the air, refusing to dissipate.
"Hmm!"
Serena gripped the Knight's Sword with both hands, pulling it fiercely from the chest of the pale-skinned Elf in front of her. As the blade was withdrawn, a torrent of blood gushed from the wound.
The Dark Moon Elf she was fighting stared at her with wide eyes, bloodshot and gradually losing focus, yet still fixated on her.
"Dark Moon...will eventually...win freedom!" he murmured before collapsing forward onto the ground.
After pulling out her sword, Serena paid no heed to the fallen corpse, holding the sword in front of her in a combat stance, surveying her surroundings with caution.
By then, however, no enemies were left standing around her.
