The bow was pointed in the direction of Marcus who continued running for his life.
Drawn in by the magnificence of the arrow and its bow, Luna couldn't return to her senses. Nemesis who basked in astral light looked like the God of the Night who descended from her throne to strike down her foe.
Meanwhile, Marcus' dark origin started rampaging out of control
The dark power within him sensed the incoming danger.
His sweat fell along with his blood, Marcus's heart got covered in trepidation as he immediately threw energy conservation to the wind, without caring for his wounds or energy consumption, he used every ounce of power within him to run faster. He did this so he could get himself out of the bow's range.
"Argh!"
