The username Featherlight glowed brightly in the air, catching the attention of nearby players. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they turned to look, curious eyes scanning the small group in the field.
"So it was you. I was wondering who'd be bold enough to come over here," Evelyn said casually, her tone indifferent. Without breaking her stride, she aimed and fired an arrow at a distant Bone Miner. It hit cleanly—a critical strike dealing 330 damage.
Her in-game name floated above her: Tyrant Queen. An audacious name, fitting for her Hunter class, which allowed her to tame beasts as battle companions. That powerful shot was unmistakably the Hunter's Level 10 skill—Aimed Shot. Ryan had seen her channel the attack for a few seconds. No doubt about it.
"Even in a game, you need bodyguards?" Ryan asked, glancing around. "Players from the same faction can't even attack each other. Seems kind of excessive."
