The moment both snow elves fell on the ground, Silas also fell onto his knees, and his grip on the hilt of his sword weakened slightly as it fell from his hand.
A faint thud sound filled the air when the sword made contact with the stone. Silas looked at the deceased archers, a faint smirk curled up on his lips.
"System, let me use Life-Steal on these fuckers right away, time to level the fuck," Silas said, his tone filled with the touch of cockiness.
[Residual vitality detected. Would you like to absorb it?]
He took his hand out, directed it towards the corpse of the bodies of Snow Elves as he muttered, voice low yet firm. "Life Steal."
The red strings started coming out of the corpse, crimson light coming out of its wounds. It started swirling in threads of vapour as it came towards Silas's palm.
His veins glowed dimly beneath his skin, a soft red pulsing through his arm and across his chest.
