I’ll catch him here!0

Twang! 0

Swoosh—!0

Melwyn released his bowstring, shooting an arrow clad in a faint, blood-red aura. However, it merely grazed its mark before whizzing past.0

"Aaah!"0

"Urgh!"0

Meanwhile, even as he kept firing, his comrades were falling one by one. They were the elites of the Frostcloud Forest, blessed by Nereid, yet they were being helplessly slaughtered by a single human. The sheer absurdity made Melwyn’s heart race in disbelief.0

What kind of monster did Lady Elsar encounter?!0

His comrade, Elsar, had died battling that monstrous creature to protect their forest. Melwyn gritted his teeth at the thought, his frustration growing. He mustn’t allow this creature to step into their homeland no matter what! 0

Swish! Swish swish!0

Melwyn and his comrades kept firing arrows, seemingly without doing any real damage. But it didn’t matter, because he believed in their plan.0

The arrows were hitting, after all. The blood-red energy—Nereid’s power—continued to leave marks on the intruder’s body, slowly wearing him down. But that wasn’t all. 0

Lead him there.0

He signaled to his comrades, making a subtle gesture with his hand. They nodded back with a look of determination. Indeed, they weren’t just blindly attacking. Every move led the enemy to a specific location,...0