Vogel understood the level of danger he was facing. Never before had he met an archer whose range was farther than his.
Even so, he felt no fear. His thoughts were simple. Finally, he found a worthy opponent.
Someone who could actually threaten his life.
One mistake, and he would lose his life.
He slowly moved through the dried-out creek, keeping his body low while using the uneven terrain as cover.
Every step was deliberate.
Every breath was controlled.
The Vermilion Bird General had fought countless battles throughout his life and knew better than anyone that an archer's greatest advantage was not merely their range.
It was also the skill needed to make the kill land.
And right now, that advantage belonged to his enemy.
Vogel took a deep breath and activated one of his special abilities. Soon, a small bird made of flames materialized.
