The magical beast struggled until its last breath, dropping its head in fatigue, and died right where it was.
"Well done." Violet turned up the corners of her mouth in approval at the young female archer.
The praise came from her heart, it wasn't a mere pleasantries.
She clearly knew the contribution she had made. So she didn't pay much attention to her own efforts.
After all, she possessed overwhelming strength. It would have been shameful if she couldn't counterattack effectively given her level of power.
However, under Violet's praise, the female archer blushed slightly.
She never imagined that one day she would be personally praised by Violet.
With crises now averted, the body of the deceased magical beast shouldn't go to waste.
The warriors in the group pulled out their knives and began carefully skinning the beast.
For alchemists or enchanters, this material was prized.
The skins of magical beasts with powerful magical abilities were particularly valuable.
