Chapter 17: The More The Merrier
The distance Auren fired from was just over nine meters—far enough to keep him out of reach, yet close enough that the beast had no time to dodge.
The moment his finger squeezed the trigger, the bullet swiftly burst out of the barrel, fueled by his fire magic and blitzed through the air toward its target.
The first round struck the Night Stalker cleanly at the crown of its skull. A defeaning blast followed and forcefully tilted the beast’s head upward with the force of impact.
The second bullet followed within a second, smashing into one of the beast’s massive fangs.
The fang cracked with a sharp echo, the bullet ricocheting into the roof of the creature’s mouth before finally detonating—spraying blood and bits of flesh in a bloody burst and effectively disabling the beast’s biting ability.
The third bullet went slightly off-course, the recoil finally beginning to build in Auren’s small but steady arms.
It swerved off the original aim, missing the face—but still landed with a thunderous crack against the beast’s left shoulder.
The resulting explosion staggered the Night Stalker and forcing its bulky figure to stumble sideways with a deep, aching snarl as its balance faltered.
Gunfire shattered the stillness of the forest, echoing through the lush canopy.
The sudden cracks of a human-made weapon sent flocks of birds and skittish critters fleeing from the scene. The animals had never heard such a sound before. Even the elves watching from the viewing circle far above frowned in unison as they saw the MK do its magic for the first time.
It was the first time a human-made firearm had ever been used in these sacred woods—and something about it unsettled them.