Not far away, within the hollow and pitch-black Night Owl vision of the Dragonfire Guild's Ranger Captain, a flash of red light streaked past—the neat flash of red light that only metal colliding could produce.
In the darkness of his eyes, he immediately withdrew from his original position, then took his bow and circled around in another direction, stealthily heading towards Flat Cypress Forest.
At this moment, within the battlefield.
Only the Iron Guard was left, lamenting bitterly.
He and the Nightingale, who had been lurking nearby, had received instructions from the ranger early on to circle around and cause trouble for the Elementalist.
But that was easier said than done.
In front of him, the pretty Miss Maid with a cold face was a big problem. Earlier, with a casual wave, she had performed an Inch Strike, explosively shattering the trunk of a pine tree not far away, forcing the Nightingale hiding there to come out.
