The elf race was said to be prideful beings who looked down on other races as inferior to their dazzling beauty.
But the fact that they're about to get slaughtered right now somehow turned their personalities in the opposite direction.
The elf that was known to be their leader kneeled before me, prostrating continuously as he begged me.
"Please spare my people!"
I glanced at the remaining elves; some were unscathed, while others were severely harmed and nearing their deaths.
I raised my gun, transformed it into a pistol, aimed it at one of the wounded elves, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet that came out of my gun instantly went and penetrated through the wounded elf's head.
Causing his breathing to stop in an instant and fall to the ground.