A mysterious figure, cloaked in black, watched the scene in silence, clutching a silver bow-frame in his hand from which the silver-blue arrow had been fired.
A subordinate in black knelt on the ground nearby, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Forgive me, my lord. It was my incompetence. I await your punishment."
The mysterious figure waved a hand, his voice raspy and somber. "She is dead; the mission is accomplished. Withdraw."
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