Eventually, Griar had no choice but to tuck himself in between the protruding roots of trees, and close his eyes to catch some sleep, thankfully not waking up with a farm tool stabbed through the chest or surrounded by murderous villagers, instead, he was woken up by distant noises, which sounded like small blasts, rising up from his hiding spot, he realised that a group of people, all dressed in attires that looked very reminiscent of the ones that had been upon the dismembered body of the town.
There were only three of those people, but despite that, they seemed to be doing quite well against the numerically superior villagers, whatever weapons it was that they were wielding, they seemed to be like the one the villager with the straw hat had used, only that they could launch their small, iron bolts far more often, in fact, it looked like they were firing dozens of them every seconds, turning their enemies into lumps of flesh and causing black blood mist to erupt.
