Valeria paled, her breath grew hoarse, and her eyes dilated. Her fingers wrapped around her bow so tightly that they turned pale, and her knees trembled for a moment.
Arad stood six meters away from her, and she was already drowning in his shadow. As if the world itself bends to suit his will, she couldn't even imagine herself shooting an arrow at him.
Right now, all she could see was a dark blur of magic standing in front of her, drowning the whole world in a deep sense of cold indifference. She didn't think for a second that she was anything more than a tiny bug standing before him, but at least even cockroaches would fight back.
She could take a few steps forward and force him into her range of five meters, but that would be such an obvious move that she could already feel the cold stone cracking her skull open like an egg.
That is why she would use her trump card, her ultimate move that caught many off-guard and sent them to their doom.
