The outskirts of the Elf Forest.
Or rather, it could no longer be called the outskirts of the Elf Forest.
Because in the place where they were, almost all the trees had been wiped out by Monn.
There was no jungle.
Only bare land.
It looked very shabby.
He felt the complicated look in Jerome's eyes.
Monn felt a chill in his heart.
It felt like Jerome was looking at his brother-in-law?
Monn was a little confused.
But Monn usually didn't think about things that he didn't understand.
In front of absolute power, Monn wasn't afraid of anything.
He looked at Sylvia from the corner of his eyes,
His gaze was inexplicable.
Behind Monn.
Sylvia lowered her head.
She looked down.
Just now.
Sylvia had witnessed the fall of all her clansmen.
But she didn't stop them.
On one hand, she didn't have the ability to stop Monn.
On the other hand, she didn't want to stop Monn.
