The Last Stand (20)

The second sniper tried to fire again, but Aurielle intercepted their shot with the same deadly precision, her bullet colliding with theirs in midair.

Linsley didn't wait—he adjusted his aim and pulled the trigger.

The second sniper dropped, his lifeless body collapsing against the edge of the rooftop.

Aurielle leaned back slightly, lowering her rifle as her smirk widened. "Two less threats. Five players left."

Linsley sat back on his heels, exhaling as he watched the dots disappear from the map. "That's why they shouldn't mess with gods—even in a mortal shell."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Aurielle replied, spinning her rifle once before letting it rest against the rooftop railing.

The remaining three players in the game were sharp enough to grasp the situation.