"Hand over the relic! If you return it quietly, I'll forgive you with just one eye!"

The leader of the Elven Rangers issued a stern warning. The tension in the drawn bowstring and her strikingly red lingerie were both quite memorable.

Setting aside the visual distraction, it was indeed a threatening situation. We were surrounded by elves with their bows drawn, and their arrows were imbued with tightly compressed magic.

Above all, there was the matter of their mental bond.

This bond was akin to a constant telepathic link among them. This meant that their arrows would rain down in …