Ethan and Anya started shooting.
The two of them fired continuously into the cabin from left and right.
Their guns had special features, loaded today with a full hundred and fifty dark bullets, so there was no need to reload.
For a while, the air was filled only with the piercing screams of bullets penetrating the curtain of rain.
And the rain was becoming heavier.
Oddly, despite the barrage of bullets pouring into the cabin, not a single sound was heard from within.
It was as if sand had fallen into quicksand, not even causing a ripple.
The only constant was the man's steady stride as he walked out.
He did not stop.
Casar.
It wasn't until Casar came face to face with Ethan that he realized where the bullets had gone.
All those bullets had melted.
The moment they approached Casar, they turned directly into smoke and dust.
Casar was like a blazing sun, anything near him evaporated.
Including the rain from above.
