Chapter 555 – I Thought You Were Going to Marry Spreadsheets
Not soft like a squirrel or bird.
But sharp. Sudden. Fast.
Like something tearing through the wind.
Ely's head snapped to the side, ears twitching. Her instincts screamed. She turned, eyes narrowing.
Then the blur came.
Not a deer. Not a rabbit.
Something flew.
It whistled through the air, silver and sharp and wrong. A swarm of needle-like darts cut through the trees like knives launched from the shadows.
Ely gasped.
"Barrier."
Magic sparked around her in a clean, opalescent dome. Her high-elf training kicked in. Her hands raised instinctively as the sphere wrapped around her like a reflex. Soft but sturdy. Pure. It shimmered with pale green light, runic edges pulsing like a heartbeat.
And for half a second, she thought she had it.
But the needles…
Cracked straight through.
Like they were made to break her.
The barrier shattered in a blink. Her breath hitched.
"Barrier…"
Another voice this time.
