Inside the dim and lifeless defensive barrier, Lyra held Astrid's hand, her expression serious, her blue eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.
Since the dark mist had seeped into the transparent shield, everything around them had become unsafe.
The dark arrows, shifting between solid, liquid, and gaseous states, were attacking the two of them more often as time passed.
Continuing to defend passively like this... was not a solution...
Swinging her sword to cut through two sharp arrows that came whistling towards them, the light on the Sword of Light dimmed a bit more.
Lyra felt the depletion of her mental energy, and the arm that had been pecked by the eagle's beak earlier began to itch faintly.
Even though she knew that continuous defense wouldn't solve the problem, the current situation didn't allow Lyra to find a way out.
After all, up to now, they still didn't know exactly who was attacking them.
