For one, his hiding spot was dozens of yards from the scene. The attacker struck so quickly and viciously that he had no time to intervene.
For another, if he revealed himself, the Flying Horse Thieves would be instantly alerted, which would only complicate matters.
By remaining hidden, he could wait for the perfect opportunity.
Still, the spray of blood and the look of terror in the guard's eyes before he died weighed heavily on his heart.
The cruelty and bloodlust of the Flying Horse Thieves were even worse than he had imagined.
He had only heard rumors before; today, he was seeing it firsthand.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and his gaze returned to the hooded figure.
At this point, the key was to confirm that person's identity as quickly as possible.
...
At the Black Wind Valley Entrance, the guard's corpse still lay on the ground, his blood staining the earth red.
