Bab 1178: Fight! Fight! Fight!

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Blood splattered everywhere and bodies were tossed left and right. The lush green forest was painted red as several elves lay dead, scattered around. 

War was brutal. Elira gasped inwardly as the real intensity of what she was in for was slowly sinking in. 

The metallic scent of blood mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest floor, creating a visceral reminder of the day's horrors. Her senses, already heightened by the adrenaline coursing through her veins, picked up every minute detail with excruciating clarity.

The sounds of clashing steel, the fiery sparks of magic, the shouts of commanders, the cries of the wounded—it was a cacophony that drowned out any thoughts of doubt she might have harbored.