Inside the barrier, the woman suddenly gasped awake. Her eyes snapped open, panic flooding her face the moment she saw me.
She raised her hand as massive pillars of dirt shot upward in front of them, stacking layer upon layer, forming a thick defensive wall outside the dome.
Impressive reaction speed.
It's useless, though.
My daggers sliced through the dirt like paper. The pillars shattered into debris midair, exploding outward in clouds of dust and rock fragments.
The blades didn't slow as they pierced the dome next.
For a split second, the surface of the barrier rippled violently—like a pond struck by multiple stones at once.
Then it gave way.
Three daggers tore through the man's back.
One through the shoulder.
One through the lower ribs.
One dangerously close to his spine.
The force drove him forward onto his hands.
Blood sprayed across the inside of the dome, staining the transparent surface crimson before dripping downward.
