Half-beasts struggled to open their eyes, looking with horrified expressions at El who was approaching step by step with a scimitar in hand, his face pale and lips tightly pursed.
At this moment, they found they could speak again.
The half-beast closest to El quickly shouted:
"Don't come any closer! Please, don't come any closer! We know we were wrong! We'll leave the Elf Forest immediately!"
A flicker of hesitation crossed El's face.
But as he recalled all the sufferings his race had endured, his expression finally hardened completely:
"Too many times already..."
With that, he tiptoed forward, swinging his scimitar, and stabbed it into the chest of the half-beast.
"It's... too late."
As the scimitar pierced through the chest, the half-beast let out a painful moan. Then its body began to convulse and rapidly aged, soon turning into ashes...
War sacrifice!
As the Goddess endowed the natural mark upon El, this unique Druid skill also became his passive ability.
