The elf captain moved like moonlight given form.
Her name was Elara—Sylvan Star's pride, their blade, their hope. And as she faced the elephant-kin across the scarred battlefield, her emerald eyes showed no fear. Only calculation.
Three kilometers of terrain. One opponent. One chance.
She drew her bow.
The elephant-kin—Gareth, Bakari's elder brother, Divine Elephant bloodline, Mana Heart Rank 3—grinned at her with tusks gleaming.
"Little elf. Your friends are already eliminated. Join them."
Elara said nothing.
She nocked three arrows simultaneously—lightning incarnate, crackling with voltage that made the air itself taste of ozone.
FWOOOOSH. FWOOOOSH. FWOOOOSH.
Three lightning arrows screamed across the battlefield at impossible angles—not straight lines, but curved trajectories that bent around obstacles, split at the last second, came from directions that shouldn't have been possible.
