“Another shot from the sky almost caught Lara off guard. She barely managed to roll aside from a violet lightning bolt. True, she hit a stone hard and muttered a curse through her teeth. Who and from where is shooting—let them damn it, the scatter-sky bulls fall into the stubble?! What kind of planet is this?! Cursed lightning struck from different heights and from different points where—at first glance—there was nothing but air. And the shooting algorithm wasn’t clear either, nor the time intervals between volleys. The girl hid behind a rocky outcrop and shook her head in despair. Her chances of surviving were almost gone. Not only are there too few pursuers from the raider—but also these invisible ones, the tail of the Cursed keeps going down her throat all the way to the very base!..”