Blink–Blink…
Leon slowly opened his eyes. His vision steadied and the first thing he saw was the Radal's corpse lying a few centimetres away, a metallic arrow buried straight in its skull and coming out from the other side.
"What the fuck—!?" Leon snapped upright, his head jerking up.
Three adult Snow Elves hung upside-down from different branches of different trees, each holding a metallic bow glowing with bright purple runes.
One of them dropped gracefully from the tree, landing silently before Leon.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He asked with a confused expression.
"I am—"
*Touch*
Leon froze mid-sentence.
A sharp pressure dug into his back. He turned his head just enough to see another Snow Elf behind him, his spear-tip pressing into his spine.
"Where is my child? His scent… it's on your hands. Where is he ?" the elf growled as he pressed the spear's tip deeper into Leon's back.
