“Another shot from the sky almost caught Lara off guard. She barely managed to roll aside from a violet lightning bolt. Still, she badly bruised herself against the stone and muttered a curse under her breath. Who shoots, and from where—know the pitch in the straw?! What kind of planet is this?! Cursed lightning bolts struck from different heights and from different points where, at first glance, there was nothing—just air. And the shooting algorithm was unclear, as were the time intervals between volleys. The girl hid behind a rocky outcrop and shook her head in despair. Her chances of surviving were practically gone. Not only are there a few pursuers from the raider, but there are these invisible ones too—may the cursed tail be in their throats all the way to the base!..”