Kill the Child of Anti-Prophecy

The smoke billowed thickly around Kouhei and Aria, curling like phantom tendrils, cloaking their movements in an impenetrable shroud. The dense haze blurred the outlines of everything around them, reducing the world to shades of gray and muffled sounds.

Their opponent was no ordinary archer. Her sight was like that of a hawk, and her aim deadly enough to turn even the slightest mistake into a fatal one. Every arrow she released was a whisper of death slicing through the air, terrifyingly accurate. To stand a chance, Kouhei and Aria had to undermine her strengths—starting with her vision. That was why the smoke was crucial—it had to blind her. It had to throw off the edge she held over them.