The Nature Elf Envoy's pupils constricted, her body tensing as a wave of fear washed over her.
"It's him?!"
Her composure, usually unshakeable, crumbled before this mysterious figure. Her hands trembled slightly, her grip on the bow tightening.
The wilderness wolf growled, its eyes glowing crimson as if it, too, recognized the swordsman.
"No, it's not him!"
The wilderness wolf, possessing greater strength and sharper senses, quickly discerned the enemy's true identity.
"His weapon is a hammer, not a sword!"
"Fire another arrow," it urged.
Even without the wolf's prompting, the Nature Elf Envoy was already preparing to do just that.
She grabbed a handful of arrows from her quiver, her aura surging as she channeled more mana into her bow.
"Nine consecutive shots!"
*Thwang!*