785 Wither

Swoosh!

A keen arrow instantly broke through the air, piercing the scalp of an aberration hiding behind the shrub and killing it where it was. The powerful penetration did not dispel for a long time, causing its nock to quiver without stopping.

The creature was not small. It had the frame of a giant lizard, with distinct signs of Otherworld Blight over its back. Even after its brain had been shot through by the sharp arrow, it only died slowly after struggling over dozens of seconds—its death throes had attracted the quiet growls of other aberrations from other parts of the forests, as if in warning and threatening.

Paying no attention to the growls, Sol carefully surveyed her surroundings as she placed another bone arrow on her crude elven hardwood bow.