"Guess we're doing this," Arthur muttered, a [Mini-Sun] flaring in his palm, just in case. He wasn't going to intervene—at least, not yet. He wanted to see what these hooded strangers were capable of. His instincts were on high alert, and the whispers in his head were louder now, almost like a warning.
Kali didn't hesitate, releasing her arrow. It sliced through the air, aimed at the woman's chest. But just before it struck, the man beside her stepped forward, his hand weaving a complex, fluid gesture. The arrow froze in midair, suspended as if caught in an invisible web. He twisted his hand, and the arrow shattered, falling to the ground in shimmering shards.
