Sylvester Archipelago

As soon as the calm voice of the Heliotrian reached Acteon's ears, a shiver ran down the warrior's spine. He felt that this elf embodied the very essence of evil, which he desperately tried to fight, hoping to make the world a little better. This Heliotrian, it seemed, was playing with people's lives as if they were toys. The Order was so powerful, so what were these unfortunate mercenaries doing on this ship? To help? No, that was unlikely. Hysteos once heard stories about the god of archery, capable of defeating entire armies single-handedly, about the snow queen, whose magical powers were limitless. One of them was equal to the strength of a hundred such mercenaries, so why were they needed? Were these adventurers born only to tell his story? Acteon couldn't accept this. He drew the White Serpent dagger from his belt and struck Lutiel in the eye with all his might, intending to kill him with one blow.
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Of course, the cunning one dodged. Or Acteon's will broke under the pressure of the influence of the Order of Sethronomicon, and instead of carrying out his decision, he stopped or even killed himself, or his partner did it. Or maybe he was shot by an archer watching them from afar, or something else happened entirely. Acteon's action could not have been successful; he knew this, but he did not regret it. He did what his heart told him to do.