"Chantelle, The Moon Elf"

If Damon wasn't facing the celestial but human ability users, at most, he would only become older by one or two years, not directly by decades like now. 

A pity. Damon faced the celestials, a race more superior than humans and the price he had to pay was also great. 

Despite this, Damon didn't care too much. Anyway, he had died once, and this body was only temporary. 

If he could kill the celestial's soul healers, the normal healers and even get the queen to stop her skill activation, that was all worth it! 

The moment Damon sensed the change in the celestial soldiers on the battlefield, he hurriedly motioned at Chantelle to resume his attack with her own ability. 

"You....you can now attack the base camp and force the queen to use up her other trump cards." 

Damon spoke as slow as a snail and his energy was rapidly declining, but Chantelle didn't despise him at all and intimately grabbed his wrinkled hand.