Threat

Saya fell heavily to the ground, but she paid no attention to her injuries. She only stared blankly at the area ravaged by Godzilla's breath. Her kin, her companions, her guards had once stood there.

She had never imagined that in the span of a single instant, they would vanish without a sound!

After nearly a second of stunned silence, Saya finally seemed to grasp what had happened!

"No!!!!"

"Bigby's Grasping Hand!!" Just as the female elf screamed, Solam used Bigby's Grasping Hand to seize Saya, then manipulated the magical hand to "squeeze" her over.

The moment Saya saw Solam, the murderer, she immediately began struggling.

"You'll die a horrible death! You demon! You killed them! You killed them! You demon! You demon who deserves to go to hell!!!!" Elves generally had good manners, and wild elves were no exception. The word elegance had seeped into the blood of every elf, and they would never spew vulgarities like barbarians. Thus, although Saya hated Solam to the bone, her insults remained painfully limited, repeating the same few phrases over and over.

Solam was not even sure whether those counted as swear words. At any rate, to elves, that was already the most vicious language imaginable. This was also one reason Solam did not particularly like elves. He felt they were too pretentious. Why put on airs all the time in life? Wasn't that exhausting?

Even arguing with elves felt incredibly boring. What was so admirable about this race? For that reason, Solam himself had never cared much about his elven bloodline. Sometimes, if he was not paying attention, he would subconsciously think of himself as an orc. He felt far more connected to his orcish heritage.

Although this elf girl's voice was lovely, and even her curses sounded like singing, hearing