Watching from afar, in the safety of a colossal tree that stood taller than everything in a decent four-mile radius was a pair of hunters.
Momo stood with her dominant foot ahead of the other with a firm steady stance, nocking yet another arrow and holding the bowstring taut.
Mana flowed from her core in massive torrents, through her fingers and into the arrow, causing a strange golden glint to wash over a string of intricate runes eloquently engraved into the shaft of the steel arrow.
Her calm face stayed rigid while her brown eyes constantly shifted between two locations.
Imbued with a special enchantment, these brown orbs were capable of peering below the ocean-like canopies that obscured everything from above the tree-tops.
One of these locations of interest was the gigantic skull of a Leviathan while the other was the advancing Squad Six party.
Considering her talent, her job felt too simple. She wanted to do more for the squad.
