The green beams appeared as twisted faces at their tips, emitting a piercing sound that sliced through the air, disrupting concentration with its shrill tone.
But just as the elders launched their strongest attacks, Leslie turned her gaze upon them.
Or rather, Leslie had already sensed their approach but had not considered them worth her time. Now, as they reached her, she finally prepared to respond.
"You must be the last hope of the dark elves," she remarked, her gaze sweeping over them.
Four Archgod-tier mages, indeed a formidable lineup. Even a celestial god-tier mage would struggle against them in a united front.
The Queen, still kneeling, frowned. She knew the strength of the four elder dark elves. But she also knew that the one standing before them was Leslie.
Thud, thud!
The sound of blood splattering abruptly echoed through the air.
