Suddenly, Gara's mind began to race, spurred on by the horrifying thought of dying here, starting over, and reliving his first night with Langga.
His right hand shot up in a fraction of a second, slashing through the air. From his palm, a thin, razor-sharp arc of water whipped toward the massive serpent.
Bang!
A single water slash sent the serpent, with a crimson crystal crowning its head, hurtling backward. It crashed against a tree.
From the gash left behind, blood seeped slowly, like water trickling from a hidden spring.
The serpent, Fian, Rea… even Gara himself, stared in disbelief.
Was I always this strong?
Confidence surged through him. Gara launched another water slash, but the serpent had learned its lesson. Between the two bipeds before it, the smaller one was clearly more dangerous. It had chosen the wrong target.
Before Gara's second strike could land, the snake twisted away, then spun around and glided off with unnatural speed, leaving the two intruders behind.
