An instant feeling of pain surged throughout my right palm, overwhelming my body's pain receptors and dazing me.
My mind raced, not a coherent thought forming, while blood seeped out of my lips as I resisted the urge to let out a scream.
But, only visible to me, my right arm began shining a dark purple as countless dots flooded from my heart and through it, toward the source of my pain: my bleeding palm.
As the metallic taste of blood flooded through my mouth, I bit even harder and slowly moved my sword to my right arm, using the last of my strength to clench my hand around its hilt.
Eventually, I would become accustomed enough to mana to do the process normally, but for now, this was my only way.
In front of me, a light-white hue exploded, as a bowstring shining a perfectly untainted white appeared.
Sealing.
Any person shot by Carissa's pure-white arrows would be temporarily stunned and locked in place.
