Chapter Nineteen

Amid the charged atmosphere, the smuggler who had been in the wreckage raised his voice, venom dripping from his words, "End him! He's earned his fate..." Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden blast silenced him, his head obliterated by lethal force. The ruthless smuggler then turned the weapon towards the elf, an embodiment of unyielding determination.

The smuggler engulfed in a silent tempest of fear and greed, fixated on the coveted weapon that lay between them, a prize desired by both sides in equal measure.

Before any further developments could unfold, their leader arrived on the scene, flanked by reinforcements, his authoritative presence casting a shadow over the stand-off. "What madness is this, my son? Dispatch the elf and secure the prize," his command cutting through the tension like a whip.

As the confrontation escalated, the smuggler recognized the crucial moment at hand, a beacon of opportunity amidst the chaos. Ignoring the hail of bullets and the cacophony of b