Kapitel 295: 45.5 Embers

*WHOOSH!*

The first volley.

Mathilde's arrow whirred through the air, carrying with it an orb of light as it flew over the dilapidated wall. For a few seconds, nothing could be heard or said between the three of us as we waited for the archer's confirmation. She probably had visual right now, and if she hadn't found the need to identify the interloper, then it was probably-

*RRROROOAAAAGHGHGH!!!*

A roar? What the fu-

*CRASH!*