C56 Elimination

"Elf brother, I finally admire you." Looking at my completed shield, the power of the written word laments once again why I didn't have such good luck.

At this moment, a player walked in from the entrance. He whispered into Words' ear for a while before turning around and leaving.

"Hehe, Brother Elf, looks like we're in trouble." The power of writing shrugs at me. It may be troublesome