"Where is that bastard?"
FLAP! , FLAP!
Berkah narrowed his eyes at the humongous tree standing at the center of the fourth floor, his eyes searching for the Dark Elf King.
[Everything grew back... Even the scorched earth, in fact the soil seems to be more fertile than before...]
He averted his gaze from tree and planted his eyes below, the once withering forest now lush green for as far as his eyes could see.
"He's definitely a Variant..."
He muttered to himself with a broad grin, turning his attention back to the tree.
SHIK! SHIK!
Dozens of arrows coated with Mana hurtled toward him, but he easily evaded them with minimal movement.
Turning his gaze to the source, he saw a young Dark Elf woman standing atop one of the tree's branches, carrying a bow much taller than she was.
"Father is busy right now, if you're that bored then I will play with you."
