Shakhan glanced at Crockta’s and Tiyo’s sleeping faces before going outside.0

It was nighttime. Shakhan gazed at the sky, where countless stars shone. Even in this cursed land, the stars in the night sky continued to shine brightly. As he observed the sky, he noticed the Sagittarius constellation pulling its bowstring toward the dragon.0

Shakhan then gathered branches and began carving his arrows. With each stroke that sharpened the blade, he also shaved off the wandering thoughts in his mind. He couldn’t keep track of his days because of all the time he had spent in the forest. Memories of those who had left him and anticipation for the next hunt were jumbled in his head. The mana had eaten away at his body from the insides and ruined him, and now his brain and spine belonged to the monster. He only had one last chance left.4

Shakhan estimated the proportions of the arrow with his eyes and aimed it toward the darkness of the forest. Skilled hunters aimed to hit their target with only one shot. He had to pierce the core of the darkness in an instant.0

“A Shakhan doesn’t let their enemies live,” he muttered.0

His mind suddenly became clear. It didn’t matter that his head was full of dark energy and that his memories had been obscured by the darkness of the forest. Shakhan sharpened the single task that penetrated his thoughts and clasped it in his hand like it was an arrow. He was going to kill that beast.1

Shakhan had thought this day would never come, but the time for his...0