"Ethan, watch carefully. This arrow will be your downfall!" Seraphina's voice rang cold and clear, cutting through the tension with icy precision. Her eyes, sharpened by years of cultivation and battle, settled unyieldingly on Ethan's brow.
"You dare to defeat me with such crude and rough archery skills? I fear your own arrow will be what pierces you in the end!" Ethan sneered, the Moonflood Scythe in his hands as he slid into a poised offensive stance.
"Rough?" Seraphina's lips curled contemptuously. "You are so bold. Just look at the arrow."
Her palm flared with spiritual energy, the longbow suddenly taut with power as the bowstring sang a clear, creaking note of tension.
She locked her heart and soul onto Ethan in that fleeting instant, then released with a resonant whoosh.
Three ice arrows streaked forward, the speed so immense that they traced ghostly blue lines in the air.
