Chapter 43 - The night hunter
The arrow was a somewhat loosely crafted type. Its arrowhead was bound to the shaft using vines from trees, and the tip itself was made from a sharpened piece of stone. The arrowhead was visibly shaped and had a half-moon-shaped blank space carved into its center.
"This arrow shape... I’ve seen only one man use this type of weird symbol on his arrows—the Moon Night Hunter," said Marian as she got up, gazing toward the forest area where the arrow had come from.
But just at that moment, another arrow shot directly at Marian. She barely evaded it, though it left a shallow cut across her face as it passed.
Blood dripped from her wound, and the falling drops hovered above Marian’s palm, quickly shaping into a sharp thorn.
"Is this how you greet an old friend?" she said coldly, looking toward the exact direction the arrow had come from.
After a moment of silence, another arrow suddenly came directly at Marian again.
Clang!
Using the crystallized blood thorn in her hand, she deflected the arrow with difficulty.
"Alright, it seems you’re asking for it!"
Enraged, Marian prepared to jump toward the direction of the arrow’s origin. But before she could, a sudden sound came from the bushes—followed by a familiar voice behind them.
"I apologize, but I had to be sure whether what I was seeing was real or not. It’s been such a long time... and I’ve seen a lot of fakes, Bloody Queen."