TAP! TAP! TAP!
Ethan moved. Fast. His body cut through the battlefield like a blade, Lilia's form drawing closer with every second.
She was already adjusting, repositioning atop the ruined structure, bowstring pulled back—but something was off.
Her aim wasn't on him.
It was on Sylvie.
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
'So she realized it too.'
Lilia wasn't just a sniper—she was an intelligent one. She had figured it out. Sylvie was the problem.
She was the reason Ethan was still in the fight.
And now Lilia was about to take her out.
Ethan gritted his teeth.
'Not happening.'
His feet pushed harder against the ground, the distance between him and Lilia closing in an instant—
Then—
A figure appeared between them.
CLANG!
Sparks flew as a sword blocked his spear mid-thrust.
Ethan's momentum stopped abruptly, his eyes flicking toward the new obstacle in his path.
A girl stood before him, blade raised, feet planted firmly. She had been waiting for him.
And she was smiling.
