Firona secretly gathered power within the "Vacuum Explosive Bullet" in her chamber while steadily keeping her scope's crosshairs locked on Clown's distant figure.
Thirty seconds had now passed since Jupetz entered Firona's field of vision.
In that brief span, Firona had done many things.
First, she had confirmed that no other Clowns were lying in wait around Jupetz. Second, she had decided on her current course of action. Third, she had stored up ample power for the crucial first shot.
However, at the same time, Firona had also begun to feel something strange.
The two arms braced against the ground had, without her noticing, quietly started to tingle with numbness.
As if the muscle fibers within them were gradually stiffening.
Firona did not know whether it was fatigue left behind by the day's previous eight rounds of battle, or because her body had cooled down after remaining out of combat for too long. But she could be certain that Jupetz on the distant sea had absolutely not noticed her presence.
At this very moment, the enemy was leisurely at ease, while her own side remained completely concealed.
Such a sniping opportunity was perfection upon perfection. Once missed, there would never be a second.
And so, Firona, who had always dared to think and dared to act, naturally had no intention of changing her plan in the slightest.
Immediately afterward, the lip print clinging to the surface of the "Vacuum Explosive Bullet" began to gleam. Dense, powerful Auling Power filled every corner of the gun, signaling that this bullet weapon was primed and ready.
At the same time, the spatial alignment between muzzle and prey remained a perfect straight line.
(Holy Light...)
(I pray here for Your blessing.)
(Please let my bullet be unstoppable------!)
With a sincere prayer from the depths