Chapter 17: Ballet of Death
Freya was stunned.
Vi, still in pain, managed to turn her head slightly to look at him.
In that split second, he had detected the attack, blocked it, and located the source?
"As expected of a Daelthorn," Freya muttered.
"Don’t relax," Frank warned. "The attacker uses spatial portals. He’ll reposition soon."
It was a power none of them had seen before. But they quickly devised a plan against it.
"How do know he hasn’t he repositioned yet?" Freya asked, tightening her grip on her spear.
"Because no new magic circle has appeared," Frank replied.
Vi grit her teeth. She dragged herself back to the car, grabbed her custom sniper rifle, and laid down behind cover.
The death of her comrades was burning inside her chest.
And the fact that Frank insulted them as mercenaries, only strengthened her resolve to move despite the pain.