Some meters away from the ongoing battle between Quinn, Grace, and Lucas, a rather fine-looking young man with brown hair and ruby-red eyes was standing on top of the crown of a really tall tree.
He was looking through a scope on a sniper rifle, aiming at his target. He kept looking for a long time, waiting for a perfect position.
His breathing was sturdy and his index finger was putting just enough pressure on the trigger to not fire the shot yet still be ready to shoot at any given moment.
After an unnervingly long amount of time, he smirked and pulled the trigger.
A sharp sound of a loud gunshot erupted as a golden bullet was launched from the barrel of his sniper.
It was an enchanted bullet capable of throwing the mana core of the victim it hit into disarray, rendering them unable to cast magic or use mana arts for a brief period of time.
Plus, it would also function as a real bullet and obviously hurt getting shot.
