"Clang!"
A cold gleam of the blade flashed.
And then a head rolled to the ground with a thud, gushing large gulps of blood, a headless corpse collapsing with a thud.
Flora's expression was grim.
She didn't even glance at the headless body and immediately swung her blade again, chopping off the head of the second captive.
The deceased was a Blood Elf, also a member of the elves, inclined towards gore and death even more than other distant relatives.
But this creature that indulged in slaughter for pleasure now found its head severed, leaving a graceful body sprawled on the ground. Flora seemed to savor her role as executioner, raising her blade, hacking down, heads rolling around on the floor, blood had reddened the soil yet Flora's arms showed no signs of stopping. Her expression remained unchanged as she harvested heads until the last captive perished under her blade.
