Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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A harrowing scene unfolded before their eyes, as the Sangre men found themselves ensnared in a desperate predicament. Trapped and surrounded, they stood at the center of a menacing circle, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. The piercing glint of arrows, each aimed with deadly intent, was directed squarely at their trembling bodies, threatening to unleash a storm of fatal retribution.

Fear gripped their souls, their breaths shallow and ragged, as the weight of their impending doom pressed down upon them. The air crackled with palpable tension, charged with a potent mixture of anxiety and anticipation. The forest's once serene ambiance had transformed into a malevolent theater of despair, a place where hope faltered and the darkness of fate closed in.

Each student, their faces etched with determination and righteous fury, took aim with unwavering focus. Their bows quivered in their grasp, mere extensions of their unwavering resolve. The cold ste