Everything had played out just the way he expected.
Chaos raged across the battlefield, exactly as he had wanted. The archer was nowhere in sight, no longer there to mount pressure on his neck from behind.
To Kallen, she had been the greatest obstacle... someone capable of operating and influencing the field from far beyond his own range with her skillset.
But now that she was gone…
He drew a longbow and a quiver of arrows from the corpse of the kobold sentinel in his storage ring, strapping the latter across his back as he crouched low on a thick tree branch.
Nocking an arrow to the bow, he trained it on the head of the trapped younger kobold chieftain and pulled.
The draw weight was immense, enough to strain even his improved physique. Yet, judging by his expressionless face and perfectly steady arms, no one would ever suspect how much effort and tension on his muscles it took to hold the bow taut as he waited for the perfect moment.
