Arrow to Halt the Pursuers - The Shadow Ring: Blood Moon

Eira makes a quick decision, leaping down from the oak tree and drawing her longbow fully at the fleeing guild and Oathbreaker members.

Guild Member(turning back to see Eira blocking them, roaring) ： Suicide!

Eira(calmly aiming) ： Want to leave? Leave the shard first!

she must buy time and wait for the werewolf reinforcement, ensuring they don't escape with the seal shard and their conspiracy.

The bowstring hums softly as the arrow whistles through the air, accurately hitting the guild member's calf.

The man screams and falls to the ground, and the seal shard in his arms tumbles out, its faint purple glow standing out sharply against the withered leaves.

Seeing this, the Oathbreaker immediately draws his scimitar and turns to counterattack

the Oathbreaker： Dare to hurt my man!

Eira dodges the scimitar slash sideways, quickly nocking a second arrow and aiming straight for the Oathbreaker's wrist.

The Oathbreaker jerks his hand back in panic, nearly dropping the scimitar, a flash of fear crossing his eyes.

the Oathbreaker（demands sharply）： Who are you, exactly?

Eira(gripping her longbow tightly, eyes resolute)： A Guardian of the Stellar Council, here to stop scoundrels like you who covet shadow power!

The wolf howls in the distance grow closer, and a faint vibration can even be felt in the ground.

The guild member struggles to his feet, clutching his bleeding calf

The guild member： Hurry! The werewolves are here! Forget the shard!

The Oathbreaker glares fiercely at Eira, turns reluctantly, and the two help each other flee into the depths of the dense forest.

Eira picks up the seal shard and tucks it into her bosom. Just then, three wolf-like figures dart out of the forest, surrounding her completely.

The arriving werewolf patrol, already in their half-wolf form, fangs bared, spears pointed directly at Eira.

Patrol Leader(growling, wolf ears twitching)： Human? Why did you stop the guild members? And why do you have a shadow shard?

Eira(holding up the map shard, explaining anxiously)： I'm not an enemy! This is a map shard of the Stellar Council. My father is the Guardian of the Seal! The guild and the Oathbreakers are colluding—they want to use the shard to locate the Throne of Thorns and activate the Shadow Ring on the night of the Blood Moon! I shot to intercept to buy time for you to arrive!

The patrol leader stares at the map shard in Eira's hand, then glances at the corner of the seal shard peeking out of her bosom, falling silent for a moment

A werewolf's sense of smell can detect the scent of lies, and Eira's tone is open and sincere, with no falsehood.

Patrol Leader(waving his hand, lowering his spear) ： Come with us to the camp! Chieftain Kai and the Elders will judge if you're telling the truth.