Mara watched the scene from afar. Lucas's arrow shattered the mana barrier and pierced the target's chest and tore apart it's heart. The shattered crumbs of the mana barrier fell down on the collapsed target like snow.
A black arrow, blue glass-like fragments, and crimson blood. The harmony of the three drew a beautiful picture, and Mara quietly closed her eyes.
Crimson blood.
Hot blood.
The target wasn't a fallen human.
Bodyguards in the scene quickly rushed up to the target. They guessed the position of the assassination through the target's collapsed posture and began racing forward.
Mara opened her notebook. Lucas's location was being displayed in real time. Currently, he was in the middle of running away. He quickly reached the city streets, then slowed down when he reached a certain point. It seemed he got off his bike.
Mara began to run to where he stopped.
One minute was enough.
