Katrin always wanted to be strong and lead people, and a few months ago she got that opportunity and used it to the fullest.
However, like most, she wasn't used to and didn't want to see the Phantoms die, especially such brutal, quick, and most importantly senseless deaths.
Katrin gulped, her fingertips trembling.
Yet, it wasn't the first time Katrin saw something like that. One deep breath and a sharp jerk of her head were enough for her to regain her serious, collected expression.
Her cold black eyes stared intently at the archer, then at the bloodstains on the black sand quickly disappearing under the waves.
"Alan, who are those bastards on the towers? The way I see it there's only four of them, right?"
Making a few clicks, Alan nodded with a frustrated face:
'Yes, that's the One-Eyed Serpent Archers, they're very rare Mid-Yellow Monsters, but from the looks of it they strictly follow the fortress's rules and External Artifact's.'
