As the shout echoed through the streets, a lone figure caught everyone's attention.
A female elf, specializing as an archer, rode swiftly down the road on the back of a massive stag. Her name glowed a sinister dark red above her head, marking her as a known killer.
Her speed was impressive, and within moments, she had entered the semicircular formation of over a hundred members led by Nightfall. She stopped abruptly about a hundred meters away, her piercing gaze scanning her enemies.
Most of Nightfall's group bore red names themselves, a clear indicator of their own bloody deeds. However, from Ethan's perspective, they were nothing but walking treasures. Their gear, especially Nightfall's, gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance. Her weapon and robes radiated a white, shimmering aura that spoke of high-tier craftsmanship.
