Inside the inn lobby area, Ophelia wore a tense expression, her hand moving swiftly as she released one arrow after another.
At her waist lay a deep gash, blood gushing out from it. Her face pale, her previous jovial self was gone.
She was only a Level 10 Archer.
Being an archer had always given her pride. As long as she did not let her enemies get closer to her, she stood a fighting chance.
But now, she did not feel that way.
Against the deadly, swift Dark Tide beast, her profession felt lacking.
"Am I going to die here today?" she thought, biting hard at the corner of her lips as she released another arrow.
Her target swiftly evaded the attack.
The humanoid beast closed the short distance in a blink and swung its deadly claws.
Unlike Thoren, who could see the Dark Tide beast, other awakeners had to rely on their skills and perception.
This was why the Dark Tide was deadly to every awakener. It was the time when most awakeners lost their lives.
