Night.
Ron and Nora sat facing each other beside the coffee table on the first floor.
Nora held five cards in her hand. Looking at the mere two health points left on her character card, she furrowed her delicate brows, her little mouth unconsciously puffing into a pout.
Ron's character card was the gnome prophet Dicky Locke. One of its skills was that when the player had no hand cards, they could not become the target of [Kill] or [Arena].
Although Nora remembered this skill, she had not deliberately guarded against it at all while playing.
She drew two cards from the top of the deck and got a [Demon's Hand]. Instinctively, she used it at once, pulling the only card in Ron's hand over to herself.
Now Ron had no cards in hand, while Nora held a [Kill], an [Arena], two [Dodges], and a [Kinos's Spear]. She froze.
Ron looked at her with a beaming smile and tapped the coffee table. "If you're not playing anything, it's time to discard."
"Who says I'm not playing anything?!" Nora pouted stubbornly, drawing out [Kinos's Spear] and replacing her original weapon card, [Supreme Staff].
"And then?" Ron watched her with a smile.
Nora puffed out her cheeks in anger and painfully tossed the [Kill] and [Arena] in her hand into the discard pile.
She only had two health points. At the end of her turn, she could only keep two cards in hand, so she had no choice but to abandon [Kill] and [Arena], keeping the two [Dodges] to save her life.
Reluctantly looking at the two cards lying in the discard pile, Nora said gloomily, "I'm done."
"Then it's my turn." Ron chuckled, reaching out to draw five cards from the top of the deck. He glanced over them, adjusted their