The arrows already in the air began to vibrate at a harmonic frequency. Around each projectile, the humidity in the air and the aqueous mana injected by Lynn condensed, forming twenty watery, shimmering silhouettes of Jasper.
Each liquid double, perfectly synchronized, nocked and fired in turn an arrow of pure energy. It was a deluge, a storm of real and magical shafts that converged toward Zak Van Spina, overwhelming his last vine defenses.
Faced with this crushing attack, Zak, already badly hurt, was in mortal danger.
Jezabel, busy containing Katrina's revitalized assault, turned her head, her face twisted with frustration. "Rosalinda!" she shouted toward the young woman still kneeling and trembling beside the wounded. "What are you doing?! They're going to kill your brother! Wake up!"
