The Wood Elf Rangers were greatly invigorated.
The moon glaives in their hands slashed out streaks of silver light.
Together with Vereesa's precise, lethal arrows, they pinned the charging gnollmen firmly outside the defensive line.
The mages among the elven remnants chanted ancient, halting incantations.
A writhing thicket of brambles immediately sprang up ahead.
Howling, the gnollmen were bound by thorny vines.
Meanwhile, the half-elf youths peered anxiously through the gaps in the vine houses.
Lia was among them, her small hands tightly covering her mouth.
Her large eyes were filled with fear, yet they also reflected Vereesa's unstoppable figure on the battlefield, like a green whirlwind.
A quiet sense of admiration began to grow within Lia.
The battle ended fifteen minutes later.
The corpses of corrupted creatures from the forest lay scattered around the camp.
They continued to emit a foul stench.
Vereesa stood at the edge of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling faintly.
A lingering glimmer of Wind Elemental energy still curled around the tip of the [Forest Whisperer] bow.
She surveyed the land that had just been soaked in blood, then looked back at the shaken but unharmed faces within the vine houses.
Some of the numbness in the elven remnants' eyes had faded.
The confusion in the Wood Elf Rangers' eyes had been replaced by a trace of recognition.
As for the half-elf youths, especially Lia, their eyes were full of relief at having survived the disaster and a sense of reliance.
"Clear the battlefield, burn the corpses, and reinforce the eastern vine wall."
"It was damaged by the corrupted vines."
Vereesa's voice returned to its cool calm as she methodically arranged the aftermath.
She walked to the vine house where Lia had been hiding, and the little girl immediately rushed out and tightly