On the other side of the border between Sloth and Lust.
The tears that had been hanging by a thread started flowing down the Dark Elven Princess' face as she tightened her grip around the bow in her hands.
The expression on her face, torn between anger, anguish, and hatred.
The Wind around her spun violently, blowing the descending tears away.
The ground cracked and groaned while the air screeched as an immense quantity of Mana turned into an arrow.
The Dark Elven Princess pressed her lips, closed her left eye, and took aim.
She clenched her teeth as the tip of the arrow was pointed at it.
At the white-scaled Monster's back that was getting further and further.
At the white-scaled Monster that was running away from her.
...
Less than seventy-two hours earlier,
"You little...!"
