Swoosh!
Pfft!
A crossbow arrow hit the laughing pursuer squarely, piercing through the throat and emerging from the back of the neck, accompanied by a spray of blood mist.
"Urgh, urgh!"
Though the pursuer's smile remained, the light in his eyes dimmed entirely, his throat unable to form coherent words.
Soon after, he fell to the ground, lifeless.
And there wasn't just one crossbow arrow.
Swoosh, swoosh swoosh!
Four or five more arrows were shot.
Two or three pursuers fell to the ground.
As for the arrows that missed, they embedded themselves in the wooden stakes next to Pistri Hamlet—
Chop!
Buzz!
The arrows trembled with a buzzing sound, and Pistri froze briefly before continuing to crawl.
The arrows continued.
Pistri had no idea where the arrows were coming from.
He only knew that if he wanted to live, he needed to leave quickly.
Soon, the scent of the sea intensified.
At the end of the passage, the 'door' was opened.
A woman stood there, holding a crossbow.
