"Coleridge!"
Yarvis, who had remained silent until now, cried out in terror. His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the figure by the window.
That iconic white hair and that icy expression—it couldn't be anyone else!
All of Yarvis's suffering had begun when Coleridge started hunting him down. This powerful Witch had always been his worst nightmare.
After crossing the Great Prairie and eventually arriving at Northwest Bay, Yarvis had thought he had finally escaped that nightmare. After all, more than a year had passed. Would a Witch tirelessly pursue a target she had already lost?
Yet he had never expected the white-haired Witch to track him all the way to Northwest Bay, still intent on putting him to death.
"She's the assassin the Emperor sent to hunt me down. My God, how did she appear here?"
At that moment, the other four guards rushed in. They had been stationed outside the residence.
Upon seeing the woman by the window, the guards raised their guns and fired without hesitation.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Four more explosive reports rang out.
Yet another invisible layer of Ice Armor seemed to have condensed in front of the Witch. After the shots, cracking sounds once again came from around Coleridge, and shattered ice appeared in the air.
It was unbelievable that bullets capable of piercing metal armor had been stopped by a layer of ice. However, ice could indeed be astonishingly hard under certain conditions. Besides, the guards were carrying short-barreled guns designed for portability, whose power was inferior to that of standard firearms.
The white-haired Witch let out a cold laugh. With a wave of her hand, clumps of white material began condensing around her, gradually taking the shape of sharp spikes.
The guards had no time to reload. Displaying fearless