Outside the school, the clash between two archers was a symphony of whistling air and snapping wood.
From the rooftops of the affluent residential district to the industrial warehouses bordering Saint Shinomiya, two women moved like twin ghosts of the night.
Every few seconds, a streak of light would illuminate the darkness, followed by an answering spark as their projectiles collided in mid-air with surgical precision.
Of course, ordinary humans couldn't see supernatural powers and battles, but that doesn't mean they remain unaffected.
If one of those arrows hit an unsuspecting human who couldn't see supernatural phenomenons, they would still be gravely injured, or worse, even die.
At this moment, the chase slowed down as Shiho Mira landed with cat-like grace atop a weathered wooden electric pole, her balance was perfect.
She looked down at Emi, who stood in the middle of a deserted intersection, her silver bow held loosely but ready.
