The sound of desperate cries and frantic prayers echoed throughout the village, accompanied by the ever-thickening scent of blood.
A crimson mist seemed to be forming over the village from the sheer number of elves being slaughtered.
"Oh, Mother Tree, please save us!"
Spurt— Thack— Thud—
"Mom! Where are yo—"
An elven child's head tumbled onto the ground.
"Run! Everyone, run!"
Slash— Crunch—
"Aghhhh!"
"W-Why is this happening?!"
"Please! Please spare my daughter!"
Stab— Spurt—
"M-My husband... How could you do this to our daughter!?"
The elven woman cried out as she cradled her daughter's headless body in her arms, her trembling gaze fixed upon the familiar figure standing before her.
Shock. Anger. Hatred. Confusion.
Countless emotions churned within her heart.
"Why!? Why!?"
Her voice rose into a screech as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
Despite this, the elven man standing before her with a knife in hand showed no change in expression.
