The elves were sprawled out on the ground, especially the mages, many of whom had exhausted their magic power and were sound asleep.
Surprisingly, Gailard seemed as lively as ever. For a dragon hunter like her, not sleeping for more than forty hours was a usual occurrence.
However, her face turned gloomy as she looked at the forest which was full of destruction. Everyone could feel the sadness radiating from her face.
For the elves, it was an absolute disaster. Looking down from the sky, within a hundred kilometer radius centered around the World Tree, nearly all plants and animals had been completely consumed, revealing the bare ground.
The number of elves living in this area once reached up to thirty thousand, but now there were only over ten thousand left. It was clear where those missing went.
Besides the elves, almost all the creatures in this area were wiped out. The shadow leopards, white deer, monkeys, birds, fish, and so on were all left as bones.
