Arya's First Kill!

"Sylph!" Arya cried.

Luckily, Lorene had been prepared. She darted forward, catching Sylph before she collapsed.

Without hesitation, she pulled a small vial from her pouch, a Primary Magic Recovery Potion.

She popped the cork and pressed the bottle to Sylph's lips, tilting it gently.

Sylph grimaced as she swallowed, then exhaled shakily.

"Are you okay?" Lorene asked, concern evident in her voice.

Sylph barely managed a weak nod. "I'm fine... but—"

Her eyes widened, snapping toward the village.

"They're coming!"

Arya turned sharply, following her gaze.

The remaining Red-Eyed Crow, the last sentry on the rooftop, was no longer perched above them.

Instead, it was hurtling toward them, its talons outstretched.

At the same time, it let out a rapid, high-pitched screech—

"GAH! GAH! GAH!"

It wasn't just attacking. It was calling for reinforcements.

A cold dread settled over Arya.

The crows inside the houses had heard that signal. They were coming.