The next ten seconds felt like days.

In Enya’s mind, the arrow traveled through the air so slowly. So much so that she kept screaming in her head, “Move! You have to move!”

But she couldn’t.

The arrow had her entranced in its gaze. The metal triangle at its head reflected her face in a warped manner, dripping off the metal was a strange yellow liquid.

Poison? But why? Surely the arrow would kill her by itself. Unless they wanted ...