Leon didn't respond right away.
Because if what the elf was saying was true, then this wasn't just a difficult assessment anymore.
It was something else entirely, something far more dangerous than anything he had expected when he stepped through that gate.
And yet, before Leon could fully process that thought, something interrupted them.
Several figures moved from the shadows of the ruined buildings around them, their heavy armored steps echoing through the empty street as they emerged one after another, their dark forms immediately recognizable: [Forsaken Knights].
Leon's grip tightened around his sword instinctively, his body reacting before his mind could even catch up.
But the elf beside him didn't even slow down, and didn't even bother to change his pace as those enemies approached.
Then—
Fwoosh!
The elf moved, his bow already in his hands, drawn and ready with a speed that Leon couldn't properly follow, his movements so smooth and precise that it felt almost unreal.
