章節 1848: Chaotic

Emery felt the piercing pain in his chest as the high-level artifact arrow found its mark, leaving him shocked and bewildered. A realization set in that it wasn't just any arrow that had struck him. It was a precision attack, executed by an expert using a high-level artifact.

"Emery!" Jinkan's voice rang out, and she swiftly ordered her guards to provide cover while Eeshoo utilized his [Soaring Shuttle] to form a defensive formation.

The perpetrator of the attack was none other than the dark elf with crimson hair whom Emery had encountered before. 

Amid the cacophony of battle, Emery's injury went unnoticed by most, overshadowed by the ongoing skirmishes and friendly fire.

For the dark elves, it was a moment of grim satisfaction. Some silently admired the precision of their comrade's attack, while a few harbored envy for not having seized the opportunity themselves.