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[22/20] - Unrivaled Success
Midnight fog blankets the undergrowth. The old hunter watches two hooded figures slink towards your shrine, melting into half-shadows beneath the soft lunar light.
The taller figure bends low, reaching a finely mailed hand beneath his tasseled cloak. Metal rings lightly against metal.
The hunter exhales.
A gentle twang speaks in response. The figure falls forward, clutching a deep furrow carved by a hissing broadhead, his hazel eyes conveying as much desperation as his blood-soaked hands. He gestures for his compatriot to escape.
She hesitates. The second arrow splits the fog and catches her mid-turn. She cries out and stumbles, trailing red as she crunches through springtime grass through into the clearing surrounding your shrine. She collapses onto a patch of warm stone, blood seeping into the ground as she stares up at the unmerciful stars crowning the night sky.
The hunter pauses before recalling the sting of admonishment. He nocks a third arrow.
>[BREEZE] - Spare. [-1 FAITH]
>[NOTHING]
