KIBIWOTT POV
The Archer's presence was close now, a faint silhouette standing at the top of the tree. Kibiwott's eyes were locked onto the figure's back. He noted the distinctive bow and arrow that glowed faintly in the darkness of the woodlands. Magic maybe? Maybe definitely.
[ Name: Na Fancani IV
Level: 33
Class: Intermediate Archer ]
'The fourth? Ah, this must be the human-Fating'ho hybrid,' Kibiwott realized. 'A descendent. The fourth.'
Either that or there were four more of these things.
