"Matriarch Balia, traces of human adventurers near the city-state have become increasingly frequent. Just yesterday, two elite slave-hunting teams, four priests, and twenty warriors returned to the embrace of My God." A female priest in a long robe prostrated herself humbly on the ground. Through the gap at her collar, it was clear that she wore nothing but that thin robe.
The Dark Elf Matriarch on the soft bed suddenly opened her eyes and sat upright. "Immediately send someone to investigate the Goblin City-state to the northwest."
"At once, Matriarch Balia!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past like a sharp blade, and Kyle appeared in the lavishly decorated hall.
"Come..."
The female priest stared at the unfamiliar human, so shocked she seemed sculpted from clay. Before she could speak, she clutched her chest and collapsed weakly.
Twelve Dark Elf Warriors stood like statues along both sides of the hall. In perfect unison, they drew their weapons and stabbed them through their own hearts without hesitation.
Kyle strolled forward and looked at the Dark Elf Matriarch, whom he had imprisoned in place. She was Low-Gold.
With a thought, he retrieved an iron chain, fastened it around her slender neck, and swaggered out of the hall while leading the Dark Elf Matriarch away.
Kyle had come to this Dark Elf city-state for two purposes.
The first was to capture a guide.
The second was to test the results of his cultivation—a power developed from the Gray Crystal, one that allowed him to slaughter low-level creatures in a depressing manner.
The Dark Elf Matriarch, who had once held the lives of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of slaves in her hands and stood high above all others, was now led out of the hall by an iron chain like livestock