The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 266

Several bolts were sent her way, her wings doing what they were designed to do. This game was beginning to bore her, so Clara focused until the passage of time slowed down… I’m lucky that ability is integral to angels…

On this point, she was able to focus on twelve distinct heartbeats. Their tactic was sound, they kept their spacing, and ensured they could bring fire to bear in any direction.

These were clearly hunters and not soldiers. There would have been orders to fire, and further direction on how to proceed. This group remained silent and coordinated themselves using stealthier means. An impressive feat, considering that few at The Tower were capable of this level of coordination.

Namely the elites of Les Fille de Jeanne D’arc, was the only group she knew of personally. As judged by the heart rates, this hinted the boys must have an equivalent… funny how we never talked about the boys when I was there…

a moody, atmospheric photograph of a determined Angel, with piercing, mesmerizing eyes and porcelain skin, standing heroically in the midst of a dark, misty forest at night, her black wings, with subtle, intricate feather details, outstretched to deflect a gleaming, metallic arrow, its trajectory halted mere inches from her face, while she wears a light, billowy shirt, partially unbuttoned, and fitted blue jeans, with faint, ripped knee details, the only sources of light coming from the soft, lunar glow peeking through the treetops and the faint, flickering luminescence of fireflies dancing in the distance, capturing the intense, dramatic moment in a cinematic, high-contrast, black-and-white image with a shallow depth of field, focusing attention on the Angel's powerful, wing-deflecting pose.

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