Strike (3)

Sorry for the delay. The next chapter which will come in a few more hours will be even longer. Stay tuned!

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The young lady garbed in orange, princess Cassidy was trying her best to keep her mind under control as sleepiness tried to take over.

She circulated her magic to the fullest as she followed the middle aged man. The second strongest man of the convoy, now the strongest, was more or less their last pillar for survival. And considering that the ambushers had someone capable of taking out a level 8 without nothing but an arrow- their hope were akin to a flickering candle.

The whistling sound resumed as arrows came diving at them through the gaps of the trees. Despite the heaviness everyone felt from the music, they barely dodged the arrows.

The middle aged guardian did not even bat an eye as he parried the arrows approaching him to the ground.