Kouhei's eyes widened as the arrows screamed through the air, their deadly tips glinting with malice under the dim light. His body froze in place—he had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The barrier he had relied on was gone, and no other options remained. The cruel truth settled in his gut like a boulder.
Was this it? Was this how he'd die?
"No," he thought. His hands trembled at his sides, fists clenched tightly enough to make his knuckles go white. He didn't want to die—not here, not now. His chest ached with longing, and his mind raced with the faces of the ones he loved.
