[Sixth Sense (Lv. 3) detects a fatal attack trajectory!]
[Target: Elisha Ravenscroft. Probability of death: 98%!]
What?!
My eyes snapped open.
My head whipped around. The projected trajectory line drawn by my Sixth Sense was aimed perfectly at the back of Elisha's head as she walked away from the throne's cover.
Blink.
I didn't think. I instantly channeled mana into my legs and triggered my spatial footwork. My vision flashed, and I reappeared directly behind Elisha.
I didn't have time to draw the Reaver. I ripped the Winchester rifle off my shoulder and raised it horizontally like a shield.
A streak of pitch-black light shot out from the far, unseen end of the dark corridor. It bypassed the entrance of the hall entirely and slammed directly into my rifle.
To me, the spatial jump and the impact happened almost simultaneously.
