Another arrow flew from Yan Jin's bow, guided by the sound of Sacha's heavy breathing, the slight falter in his wingbeats. It struck true, and Sacha's roar of pain was a satisfying confirmation. But the satisfaction was short-lived as Yan Jin felt a sharp pang of exhaustion, his energy reserves dangerously low. He knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer.
Scar was giving everything he had, his attacks growing more frenzied as he tried to break through Sacha's defenses. Yan Jin could hear the desperation in Scar's voice, the raw emotion that drove him forward. Scar was fighting not just for himself, but for the memory of the bond they once shared, for the hope that Sacha could still be saved. But the corruption had taken root too deeply, and Sacha was too far gone.
