Lady Of The Night (67)

Three hunters.

They were dressed in long black cloaks and had silvery masks on their faces that concealed their facial features.

Three Enemies.

A long-range archer. A swordsman. A person skilled with talismans.

Three threats to eliminate.

After years of training, Mary's body had been molded into the perfect combat machine. Fighting was in her blood… her instincts were perfectly suited for combat.

As soon as she encountered the hunters, her mind had already begun to think about countermeasures and her body could easily react to her thoughts.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Eight arrows shot towards her body at a rapid pace. Each arrow was engulfed in brilliant golden flames that shone with an eerie glow.

The world slowed down to a crawl as Mary's golden eyes began to shine. 

She tilted her body to the left and the first arrow passed harmlessly mere inches away from her arm.