Bab 1051: Confined spaces

He slowly reached back and unhooked the longbow from his shoulder.

Wern's right hand rested against the main frame while the left gently moved up and down the bowstring, an old habit that he still wasn't able to give up despite many lectures from his teachers.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance looking at the ceiling above. Most of the techniques at his disposal were long-range and as a bow user fighting in confined spaces restricted almost 70% of his overall abilities.

Suffice to say, he would not have an upper hand in the upcoming altercation.

He followed the distant whimpering screams and navigated through the many rooms that opened up in front of him. The building was deceptively bigger from the inside.

There were bloodstains on the walls and drag marks on the floor. It looked like bodies were all dragged off but they all led in the same direction.