The sharp blade of an arrowhead silently emerged from the crimson canopy of the Sanguine Forest.
The hand grasping the groove at the rear end of the arrow shifted its trajectory, aiming at a shadowy silhouette prowling in the underbrush of the cursed woods.
Thwock!
One shot. One kill.
The blood beast twitched for several moments before meeting its end, blood pooling underneath it.
Another arrow was nocked. The archer shifted the trajectory once again, aiming at one of the blood beasts approaching the fresh corpse of their fallen.
Thwock!
Another shot. Another kill.
As more and more blood beasts were drawn by the scent of blood, the archer hiding in the canopy of the trees nocked one arrow after another, sending the abominations to their maker.
As time passed by, the corpses of the blood beasts accumulated. Blood flowed in streams, dyeing the dark earth the same color as the leaves of the trees.
Thwock!
Death… from afar.
