『 That's quite the sleek-looking firearm, I see. Similar to what you called a Remington 870 back in Athera, though this one has magical properties instead of gunpowder-based ammunition. 』
Huh, since when did Eli take interest in my memory section about firearms?
Before I could expand that thought, Vitriol pulled the trigger.
The shotgun roared! Energy-based projectiles scattered outward in a cone, brilliant and lethal.
The ones aimed at my face met Amyna's barrier, shattering against the invisible forcefield with sharp cracks.
The rest slammed into the carriage wall behind me, warping the metal but failing to puncture through.
I glanced at the bent wall.
These carriages were sturdier than they looked.
My attention snapped back to Vitriol.
The void-faced demon stood with her shotgun still raised, completely focused on killing me.
"Stop blocking my projectiles and let me kill you nice and easy!" Vitriol shouted, though her voice remained in that same flat monotone.
