Lucas stood frozen.
The figure held a bow, lifting it once more.
He drew the bowstring— empty.
But as he pulled—
crimson light began to gather in the air.
Red particles shimmered, spiraled, then formed into a complete arrow— solid, pulsing, as if alive.
Lucas could only stare.
TWANG—!!
The arrow shot forward, heading straight toward Lucas— then streaked past his face, missing him by a hair's breadth.
The sharp wind from its passage stung his cheek.
"What—!?"
Lucas reflexively looked back.
His eyes widened.
The crimson arrow slammed into Kuyiras's shoulder— right as the bandit was about to attack Lucas again.
BRAAAAGH—!!
Kuyiras's massive body was blasted away, then he barely managed to regain his balance, his face twisted in irritation.
Lucas swallowed.
He quickly turned his gaze back toward the figure.
But—
the figure was no longer there.
"Huh?"
A touch landed on his shoulder.
Light.
Calm.
Lucas tensed.
The figure was already standing right beside his left.
