Arrows of light poured from the sky. At first, Drifters turned away, shielding themselves, but belatedly noticed it was only the front section of the wall.
The space from the front all the way to the forest that darkness had consumed was being battered by a rain of arrows.
Slowly, the Drifters stood upright, relieved, staring and muttering.
"Wait… those arrows…"
"No way! Sael of the White String."
"Tharion Citadel is sending their elites?! We're saved. We're going to win this battle."
"I can't believe it—for a moment, I almost nutted in my pants. Shaa, let's fight like hell!"
The soldiers rose again, their eyes blazing. They drew their arrows and aimed downward.
However, someone else landed on the edge of the wall.
The figure made them pause, freeze, and almost forget to breathe.
A slender young lady with sharp-cut bangs and twin buns. Her amber-orange eyes were intense, calculating, and dangerous.
