The ice arrow struck Diana's chest and sent her to her knees. She made a soft sound, almost inaudible, and the ground came up to meet her.
Something cold settled over Don. Not panic, something quieter and more purposeful than panic. He turned and charged directly at the Elder from behind, and the killing intent that rose in him felt less like rage and more like clarity. The boss had single-digit health. There was nothing left to calculate.
He hit it hard.
The Elder's targeting swung to Lily. Don looked across the dungeon and saw her standing still, not retreating, not panicking, just standing with her feet planted and her bow raised, watching the fireball close the distance.
He didn't call out a warning. He already knew what she was doing.
The fireball hit the wind before it hit her. Her evasion skill flared, and the fire broke apart against it like water against stone.
"Resistance!"
Then she shot.
