[A/N: Day 2 (2/3)]
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The rain had not stopped. If anything, it fell harder now, each drop cold and relentless against Cael's skin.
The burly man stood on the ridge, arrow notched, bow drawn.
His eyes were fixed on Cael with the same strange presence as the salamander below.
Cael's space pouch was gone.
His sword was somewhere in the mud below, buried somewhere in the dense grass, along with his scattered potions and cards.
Searching for it was not a good option.
He needed to conserve mana.
Something about this situation felt off, and he could not afford to waste mana on a fight he did not fully understand.
The bow man was an [Early Gold] ranker. Not an impossible foe, but dangerous nonetheless.
Cael moved as he disappeared from the spot.
Black Lightning Steps carried him from the tree branch, his body dissolving into shadow.
He reappeared behind the bow man in an instant, his hand already reaching for the man's neck.
Death Reaper's Focus activated.
