A bright symbol sparkled across Frosty Night’s shoulder. It was the emblem of a vice leader. The fact that the formidable Tear Stain decided to promote him to his current position proved how strong he actually was, at least individually. I had fought him myself during War of Dawn City, and I knew how difficult it was to kill an archer who knew his limits well.

The countdown began, and Frosty Night clearly looked nervous. He knew full well that his opponent was the man who single-handedly held back millions of players and defended Dawn City for several hours—

3!

2!

1!

The moment the countdown hit zero, I immediately ran forward at top speed. I zigged and zagged at random to avoid getting shot and to make predicting my position as difficult as possible. As a melee fighter, one of the best ways to deal with an archer was to cause them to hesitate. A momentary lapse of concentration and shooting was the perfect moment to rush in and kill them.

Frosty Night backpedaled from me while grabbing an iron arrow from his back. He notched the arrow, drew his bow...