Zeph felt it the moment the golden light pierced through the air.
Danger.
Pure, sharp, and undisguised.
His pupils contracted as he instinctively withdrew his claws and retreated two steps, abandoning the killing strike that would have taken Risa's life.
Boom!
The golden arrow slammed into the ground, arcs of lightning flashing wildly as cracks spread through the earth. After a brief struggle, the power dissipated into nothingness.
"Who?!"
Zeph raised his head sharply, his gaze slicing toward the horizon.
Huh!
A violent gust of wind tore through the valley.
In the next instant, a figure appeared in front of him as if he had always been there.
Ethan.
He stood calmly, holding the still-disheveled Kara in one hand and the gravely injured Risa in the other, as if their weight meant nothing at all. His expression was relaxed, his posture casual, yet the moment he appeared, the atmosphere of the entire valley changed.
He tossed Risa toward Elara without even looking back.
