“Barbarian… Barbarian, why would the Elves have a Barbarian!” After a brief silence, the minotaur, whose forelimbs had been severed by Fia and was now lying on the ground, exclaimed in shock.
Its severed limbs were visibly regenerating at a not-so-slow pace.
Just as depicted in the “Witch’s Secret History,” the Dark Ones possess a strong self-healing ability.
“Are you ready to surrender now?”
Ignoring the minotaur’s question, Fia once again gathered two ten-meter-long wind blades above her head.
The low hum from the vibrating air sent shivers down one’s spine.
Seeing the two minotaurs lower their heads in...
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