"Lisa?" he said, his voice carrying a note of uncertainty that hadn't been there during his period of dominance over her. "What are you—"
"You know what," she replied quietly, her voice steadier than she had expected it to be.
The shelter's leader, still recovering from his earlier encounter with Arthur, watched the unfolding scene with a horrified expression.
He had a hunch about the sequence of events that were about to unfold, and he could do absolutely nothing about it.
It was inevitable.
Arthur stood at the edge of the stairway, his presence a silent reminder of the new power dynamics that governed this space. His expression remained coldly neutral, neither encouraging nor preventing what was about to unfold.
Lisa's former tormentor scrambled backwards, his mind finally registering the serious threat she represented. But the magical bow's targeting assistance made his movements seem sluggish and predictable.
