Harksha didn't have the luxury of mourning the loss of her life-saving treasure. Worse still, it had been the strongest defensive item in her entire collection. Compared to the pink lotus, every other treasure she carried was insignificant against attacks of this caliber.
There was no time to hesitate, however. Years of surviving one desperate battle after another had forged her instincts well. The moment she sensed something was wrong, she burst away from the remains of the shattered lotus, a decision that ended up saving her life once again.
*Ziu, ziu, ziu...*
*Bang, bang, bang, bang...*
The remaining lasers tore straight through the crumbling lotus, completely obliterating the last traces of the treasure before continuing into the distance. Had Harksha remained behind its protection for even a fraction of a second longer, every one of those attacks would have struck her directly.
