Silvy's hands trembled as she stared at the being that had crawled out of the rift.
It had no true shape—its form constantly shifted, as if reality couldn't hold it steady. But the divine pressure it radiated screamed at her instincts.
'Wrong. Dangerous. God.'
Her legs felt weak. Every part of her body begged her to run.
But she couldn't. Kyle was still in the center of the temple grounds. If he fell, this place would burn.
She looked down at her bow.
Queen landed on her shoulder. The hawk didn't speak, but its presence was clear. A message passed through their bond.
'Now.'
Silvy gritted her teeth. She raised her bow and pulled back the string. Light and mana poured into the arrow, sparking around her like lightning. She poured everything into this one shot.
Her aim locked on the glowing figure in the center of the temple.
"Fly straight."
She whispered.
Then she let go.
The arrow tore through the air like a spear of light. It hit the god's form squarely.
