When the end came, it came suddenly.
Slayer was rushing through a gap between two tides of vermin, her sword hissing as it flew at incredible speed, slicing apart individual rats who had managed to jump at her from the writhing mass of their brethren.
The path she had cleaved was about to disappear, and there was nowhere for them to retreat to — Kai was late with his next arrow, so no island of safety had been created by a powerful explosion.
Slayer was already pouring essence into her sword, preparing to activate its enchantment immediately after using it a split second ago, already — it was wasteful and dangerous, but they were short on choices.
It was then that Sunny felt a condensed and oppressive mass of barely contained power rushing at them from behind at terrible speed.
Almost at the same time, he sensed a swift shadow flying across the obsidian bridge… the shadow of an arrow.
