Chapter 1539 - Chapter 325: What on Earth Is It?

"Farewell, my love, from now henceforth, we shall meet only in dreams," Pannis said, as aggression surged within him, energy climbing to its peak. It was the first time both his hands fully drew the Bow of Release, and though the Hunting Arrow was wooden, its tip flickered with an intimidating cold light on the bow. Pannis's expression was calm and solemn, carrying a sacrificial sanctity, his bow-drawing hands steady as Mount Zeuska itself, which has not shaken or collapsed since ancient times, without a tremor. Although Pannis's archery skills were far inferior to those of the Elves, among other races, he was considered a standout. When he drew his bow, the next second, the Hunting Arrow would deeply penetrate Nellie's chest without mistake, without accident.