Perspectives (1)

It is said that when you're on the brink of death, your entire life flashes before your eyes.

Time slows down just enough to let you recall things you never thought you'd be able to in that moment.

Lara Croft had abandoned her elegant bow, clutching Snow tightly as pitch-black spikes reflected in her pupils, expanding ever so slowly.

'Overwhelming attack.'

'Immense power.'

That attack was the very definition of chaos—black spikes tearing through everything in their path at random.

The elites, led by Ellen, desperately tried to salvage whatever they could. But no matter what, it seemed her story was fated to end here.

The girl shut her eyes, bracing herself for the moment those shadowy spikes would pierce her frail body. Yet, no matter how long she waited, that moment never came.

Instead, what she felt was an eerie cold that sent shivers down her spine.

She opened her eyes to a surreal sight.