Chapter 79 Frontier.
Artemis’s vision flickered as she saw the space around her crumble. Time halted, followed by a pristine line that stretched to the horizon. It was divine yet lethal, dividing the world into two.
A loud voice of shattered glass broke the dread that washed her expression pale.
Artemis jumped from her place. She stood and was coated with silver light. Her body was encased in platinum battle armor adorned with a golden lining.
In her hand, her grip tightened around the medium bow, carved from the branch of the origin tree, flexible and indestructible.
Its silver string was made from her own power that bathed in the glow of moonlight, enhancing its durability.
With a pull from her hand, a silver arrow was made. It gleamed dangerously as she pointed it toward the boy.
"Don’t move!".
Artemis’ voice cracked like a barren in her throat. She gulped her saliva, only to knit her brows and noticed the swayed aim. Her limbs felt heavy and trembled all over.
’T-This is Impossible’. The woman gritted her teeth and pulled the string tighter, ’Who the hell is this kid!?’.
For the first time since the Age of Gods, Artemis’s primal emotion, which she thought had gone, resurfaced.
It was one of the emotions she couldn’t contain, and she abhorred it for causing herself to be a small existence when those of her peers battled the unreasonable War long ago.