The scene unfolded like a nightmare the twins couldn't escape. Their trembling hearts failed to weave the intricate motions required for spellcasting as the man dashed toward them with terrifying speed. Every crackle and pop of the electricity surrounding him resonated like the tolling of a death knell in their ears.
To make things even worse, a shadow emerged from above, descending with the silent menace of a predator closing in on its prey. From the edge of her vision, Amara saw some telling features of their would-be assassin; she was a golden-haired dog-kin who lunged straight for them instead of aiming for the much bigger threat; Sylvaris. The extended claws of her weapon seemed to have the promise of certain death etched into them, based on its horrifying glint.
Vivienne let out a terrified squeak while clutching her staff tighter as her knees buckled. Amara was frozen as her wide eyes were locked on the canine assassin descending like a specter of death.
