A mysterious figure wearing a black cloak quietly watched the scene unfold, holding a silver bow in his hand. The silver-blue arrow had been shot from his hands.
A man in black knelt nearby, trembling as he spoke: "Please forgive me, Master. It was my incompetence. I await your lenient punishment."
The mysterious figure waved his hand, his aged and gloomy voice sounding out: "The person is dead, so the mission is accomplished. Withdraw."
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