Arytemis stood motionless for a moment, golden smoke coiling from the cracks spiderwebbing across her face.
The light inside her flickered once, then surged back to life, brighter and hotter than before, the cracks healing.
The air shimmered with heat.
"You mortals," she hissed, her voice sounding like a thousand glass fragments grinding against each other, "dare raise your blades against the eternal?"
Her body blazed like a miniature sun.
Sebastian roared in answer. "Everyone, move!"
He charged. The stone beneath his feet fractured from the force of his leap as he launched himself through the air, his axe wreathed in red lightning.
Arytemis raised a single hand. Light gathered there, folding and twisting.
In an instant, it solidified into a massive golden bow, the weapon made out of the same glass her body was made of.
Her fingers pulled back an invisible string, and a spear of light formed, an arrow longer than a man.
She released.
