Seraphina's voice, loud and piercing, cut through the clearing like a sharpened blade tearing through raw flesh. It echoed with urgency, trembling with fury and dread.
Elina's eyes flickered with alarm, narrowing as her gaze snapped toward the threat. Her fingers, almost on instinct, reached toward the blue gem at her waist—her last resort, a lifeline.
But her warning came a breath too late.
In the next instant, Ricky's figure flickered into existence, descending like a predator upon Amanda's pale, unmoving form.
Amanda's eyes burst open, her pupils shrinking with alarm as instinct flared to life. Her spiritual field surged forward, a reflexive shield hastily conjured to hold back death.
But Ricky's gleaming proboscis—sharp, glinting, and filled with killing intent—struck like lightning.
The tip trembled violently, almost bending under pressure, as it forced its way through the spiritual barrier. Threads of energy around Amanda cracked and splintered like glass under pressure.
