Eryndor's POV
I ducked immediately as the figure sliced through the darkness, instinct taking over before thought could form. My fingers shot toward the arrow still lodged in the bleeding woman's chest and ripped it free. I spun and hurled it into the shadows.
A sharp yelp tore through the air a moment later, confirming my target had been killed.
Laila's scream followed an instant after. She fell to her knees beside her grandmother, cradling the woman's limp body as though sheer desperation could anchor her to life.
Her fingers trembled as she tried to press herbs into the wound, whispering words that cracked at the edges.
Meanwhile, I was already moving. The second the masked man collapsed, I sprinted toward his fallen bow, snatching it up along with the arrows hanging from his quiver. I slung the bag across my back and turned toward the hut entrance where the shadows thickened, footsteps approaching fast.
