Vincent's eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on the elf responsible. The elf in question stood there, rifle still aimed at the target, his face pale as he realized his mistake. The silence in the clearing was deafening.
Vincent's voice cut through the air like a whip.
"Who fired that shot?" he demanded, his tone cold and controlled, though it was clear he was barely containing his anger.
The elf who had fired slowly lowered his rifle, his hands trembling. "I—I did, sir," he admitted, his voice shaky.
Vincent strode over to the elf, his boots crunching on the forest floor. The other elves watched, tension thick in the air. Alpha 4 remained where he was, his eyes fixed on Vincent, ready to step in if needed.
When Vincent reached the elf, he stopped inches away from him, looking him directly in the eye. "Do you have any idea what you just did?! Do you have a problem with me?! Are you going to kill me?"
