You noticed the long absence of your brothers from hunting and decided to go check if everything was okay.

Hearing the launch of an arrow and hitting the ground, you immediately went there, thinking that one of the brothers had shot the animal, but no.

In the clearing stood an indifferent Maagar with a bow in his hands, and ten meters away from him lay his younger brother Anis, with an arrow in his shoulder. Blood stained some part of his white shirt and the grass nearby; he didn’t even moan, just quietly hissed through his teeth and winced in pain.

There was no doubt that the older brother made an attempt to get rid of the younger one.