Clang! Clang! Clang!
Circles of magic rose, layering around the scepter, while the streaks of color across the sky pulsed violently, as if ready to explode at any moment.
"Aghhhhhhh!"
The monster roared, lifting its cry toward the heavens. The hands beneath its wings stretched outward—sleek, pitch-black—and shot straight toward Bella above the sky!
Bella only smiled. From within the bands of color emerged countless multicolored arrows, each with a heart-shaped tip.
She raised her hand, palm open and facing forward. A radiant arrow appeared, glowing with dazzling pink light, its tail trailing flowing ribbons of color like a fishtail. It grew so massive that it nearly engulfed her entire figure. The scepter in her hand transformed into the arrow itself, conjuring a swirling energy around her.
A streak of blood slid from the corner of Bella's eye. Her grip on the bow burned searing hot—but it was as though she felt nothing at all.
Her lips curled upward. Her voice rang out:
