"That's..."
Vicky murmured, feeling that the figure looked very familiar.
At this moment, Irving, who was being chased by a large group of aberrant beasts, was in utter agony. His frantic sprinting had almost exhausted him, and a deep, bleeding wound marked where the serpent-woman had touched his arm.
Upon closer inspection, the wound was pitch black, a clear sign of poisoning...
"Quick! Shoot the arrows!"
Irving shouted as he spotted the newly constructed arrow tower within the shelter.
"It's Irving!"
As the distance shortened, Vicky finally saw him clearly, her face turning extremely grim.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The sound of mechanisms activating filled the air. Hundreds of arrows, pre-loaded in the arrow tower, rained down like a sudden storm, accurately targeting the aberrant beasts.
Irving glanced back to see that, despite being riddled with arrows, the grotesque beasts with rotting faces were not slowed down. Instead, they were enraged further.
