Chapter 93: THE ATTACK (5) (ARELLA’S POV)
The air around him crackled with an unnatural air, something that Arella could not place her finger on. The air around him subtly warped, and although Arella could not see the flow of mana, she could feel how it was shifting into the man.
Arella took in a slow breath, pushing down the unease that crept up her spine as they took quick steps to where Echo had pinned the intruder to the ground. She gestured with her staff, and Echo growled, applying more pressure with his paws.
The man let out a low grunt of pain as Arella pointed the tip of her staff to the man, "Who are you?" She demanded, her voice steady despite the unsettling energy in the air, "Who sent you?" Her eyes narrowed, the pulse of her magic crackling at the edge of her staff. It was a warning.
The man did not seem to understand her warning, as he looked up at her with a grin that was so unsettling that it sent a shiver down Arella’s spine. It was as if he found them amusing, and his grin was, quite frankly, mocking. He spat out some words that Arella could not understand, with that grin etched firmly onto his face.
Before she could question him further, the air shifted again, and an eerie pressure pressed down on them.
A shrill whistling sound cut through the air.
Arella barely had any time to react as another arrow sliced towards them from the right. She twisted her body, raising her staff, and the glowing tip hummed with her holy power as she deflected the projectile. The force of the impact was not so strong that it hurt her to deflect, but as the arrow smashed into the ground from the tip, a loud explosion burst through the air.
Arella planted her feet firmly into the ground, struggling to not get blown away by the sheer force of the explosion.
"There are more of them!" Lady Seraphine called out, her daggers gleaming as she turned sharply towards the figures that stood further down the garden path.
The figures turned out to be two more intruders, one male and one female. The female was tall and she held what Arella could only assume was a large weapon that she did not recognize. The man, on the other hand, was a tad shorter, and he held a bow and arrow in his hands. There was a quiver strapped to his back, with blunt headed arrows sticking out.
Arella immediately recognized the arrows he carried as they matched with the one that she had just deflected.