Chapter 487: Special Political Honors and [Legendary Life Ancient Tree Heart]_2

Meanwhile, the lower half of the shirt was torn into strips of fabric, exposing Lis's chest, bruised in shades of blue and purple.

As for the room, it was an utter mess, as if a sudden storm had just swept through.

Tables and chairs were no longer in their proper places, toppled on the floor with legs in the air, their limbs intertwining chaotically. The shelf for decorative items leaned against the wall, teetering on the edge, and the carefully selected, glittering decorations had now become victims of this chaos.

The vase shattered, its fragments scattered around the floor, reflecting a weak and desolate light; the distinctive elf crafts were broken and dispersed across the floor, and other delicate ornaments, either fractured or deformed, silently spoke of the misfortune they had endured.

More shockingly, even the solid walls of the elf building, enhanced by magic, were not spared.