3 bar menu

New World – Part 12

The carriage’s roof was blown apart. The passenger compartment was now entirely exposed to the rain, soaking its interior within moments. But Cecily couldn’t afford to care about that.

Peering through the hole in the roof, she caught sight of their pursuers. Her eyes widened in shock.

A wagon was barreling toward them at full speed. Standing on its open bed was a dark-clad warrior, gripping a massive bow. A second shot was ready to fire.

The warrior loosed another bolt of lightning. This time, while it didn’t land a direct hit, it exploded dangerously close to their path, shaking their carriage violently and tipping it precariously.

“What is that? A Prayer Pact?!”

“It’s Eliza Eva!” Hilda shouted from the driver’s seat, her voice already choked with sobs. “Eliza Eva is coming after us!”

At first, Cecily didn’t understand what Hilda meant. Eliza Eva, nor her shamshir, were anywhere in sight on the other carriage.