Cranberry was floating in the endless darkness, suspended between the state of consciousness and unconsciousness.
She couldn't open her eyes nor make any sort of movement but was aware of what was going on around her in general.
She heard the sounds of a massacre.
Of flesh being ripped into pieces.
Of bones getting grounded into dust.
Of streams of blood pouring onto the forest soil
She could feel the ground tremble with each devastating kick.
She could hear the screams and cries.
Of terror.
Of pain.
Of despair.
And countless voices begging for mercy and for help that would never come.
/Proficiency level reached\
/Servant receives a title
Terror of the elves\
/Master receives a title
Terror of the elves\
