These were monsters formed from the corpses of elves or beasts parasitized by contaminated fungi.
They moved slowly, yet possessed immense strength.
Their Strength attribute was far higher than others of the same tier.
The grayish-green moss covering their bodies was especially formidable, comparable to living armor.
It offered powerful resistance against ordinary slashing attacks.
They could also continuously spew poisonous fog laden with spores into their surroundings.
At the edge of the clearing stood several gigantic [Soul-Devouring Demon Willows] with bark of an ominous purple-black hue.
They lashed about with branches covered in barbs.
Each branch resembled a writhing tentacle, and every strike tore through the air with a sharp crack.
Swift as the wind, they sent any elves attempting to break out flying.
The barbs on their branches could easily rip through Leather Armor and tear away flesh.
There were roughly forty trapped elven survivors.
Most were elderly, weak, women, or children.
Fewer than ten elven Warriors, armed with crude wooden spears or enchanted Short Swords, fought desperately in resistance.
Every face was filled with despair.
Their eyes had become hollow and numb.
As though they had long foreseen this fate of being hunted down.
They were scattered elves who had failed to return to Silvermoon Forest in time years ago.
Most were High Elves or members of other subspecies branches.
As a result, they had been rejected by Silvermoon Forest's "orthodox" elves.
"Rangers, free fire. Suppress the Demon Willow branches."
"Target the points where the branches connect to the trunks."
Vereesa's order instantly shattered the oppressive tension at the edge of the battlefield.
She was the pillar of the elves. No matter where she was, she had the power to cut through chaos and steady people's hearts.
Before her words had even faded, she shot forward like