บท 1885: Fortune Favors the Bold

The arrow was aimed at Neph's head, but despite how fast it flew, she still managed to dodge it. The arrowhead left a long cut on her cheek, then pierced the chest of a Saint who stood behind her. 

'Shot from elevation.'

That was the first thought that crossed Sunny's mind, who had subconsciously traced the arrow's trajectory. 

Then, for a few moments, everything moved too fast for him to think. 

The wounded Saint let out a stifled yelp and started to fall, blood splattering on the wooden floor. His armor should have been robust enough to if not deflect, then at least dissipate the force of the arrow, so that it did not pierce too deeply. However, somehow, the moonlight arrow seemed to ignore the durability of the enchanted metal and the resilience of Transcendent flesh, killing him on the spot. 

Just like that, a Saint died. 

"Ambush!"