Just as the magic was about to rain down, Isabella's blood surged within her, creating a dense canopy of blood-red thorns overhead. The exertion turned her face ghostly pale.
Elias and Isabella vanished in a flash, using every ounce of strength to dash towards the other side of town, desperate to escape the imminent bombardment.
But then, oddly, the grand display of magic in the sky didn't immediately unleash its fury. An eerie silence hung in the air.
Running onto the main road of the town, Elias and Isabella exchanged puzzled glances, both looking back to see what was up.
And that's when they saw it – a more shocking scene.
A slender figure in a deep brown cloak hovered in the air, facing the overwhelming magical assault without a hint of panic, just calmly staring at the caster, an unyielding silhouette against the chaos.
