Outside, amid the dissipating smoke and the chaos that was beginning to settle, an old man in tattered robes crawled among the corpses.
Eldertree.
His breath came in gasps. His aged, weary eyes were now wide with terror. Around him, bodies lay scattered with gaping holes in their chests, heads, necks—all marks of light arrows that had appeared from nowhere.
He recognized this attack.
Zephyr.
Only the Saint Archer could do this. Only he had the ability to see every target from a distance and teleport his arrows directly into his victims' bodies.
And if Zephyr was here, that meant... that meant he already knew. He already knew about his betrayal. He already knew Black Dragon wasn't the only one.
Eldertree gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the panic flooding his mind. He'd been trapped. He'd been followed. And with Zephyr's strange eye ability, his location was surely being watched right now. Every movement, every breath, probably visible from afar.
