Cowards should be destroyed.
The sharp arrow shot through the air like lightning, hitting Munina precisely in the chest.
Munina looked down in shock, seeing only the quivering fletching of the arrow.
Pain tore through her body and soul; her vision went black as she fell into a dark abyss.
She couldn't speak, but her soul screamed, Why was it you, sister?!
She knew well the risks her people were taking to rescue them.
As a high-value target, she was very important.
The risk of being silenced after a failed rescue was out of fear she would join humans and harm her people.
The danger of a traitor was truly terrifying.
She understood, completely understood.
But she couldn't accept Munina taking action herself; why was it you, sister?!
If it was Luther beside her or anyone else, she would have been relieved—anyone but her dear sister Munina.
That arrow tore apart not only her innocence but also her last attachment to her people.
She fell heavily, like a dead fish.
