Capítulo 438: Picking The Worst Target

The branches covered in snow did their best to obstruct the view but Healon's sharp eyes were unhindered.

Even as the dense assortment of trees tangled and twisted, almost masking the common road to the more populated areas of the region as they formed a vast woodland of immense natural beauty, he remained with his arrow nocked on his bow, following the target with incredible accuracy.

"You got a nice shot, right?" Trevis, who was over the branch which Healon was using as the perfect sniping spot in this large tree with large blue leaves that resisted the cold, asked.

"Yes. Just say the word," Healon said.

His arrow pointed to two individuals who were walking on the road a little more than a mile away. 

One was a man with slicked back auburn hair dressed in a rather stylish leathery get up, thick chains wrapped around his waist as he walked on with his hands in his pocket.