The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 268

This would go on until they either ran out of bolts, or their numbers increased in their favour. This far out of sync with time, Clara’s reaction times were faster than their eyes could see… that gives me some options…

Clara winked at Julia, long enough to ensure the werewolf caught it. When another bolt was fired, she grabbed it as the razor-sharp tip drove towards her chest.

Under control she led the bolt in closer, crumpled in conjunction with an impact. Her wings covered most of her, preventing them from taking potshots. Sure enough, and an additional two struck her in the back, but the thick layer of feathers meant she felt little more than a prick… They aren’t taking chances…

A dramatic, high-contrast, cinematic photograph of a female angel lying motionless on the forest floor, her black wings stretched out to the sides, appearing lifeless amidst the darkness of the deep woods at night. Her brown hair is disheveled, cascading around her pale skin, and she's dressed in modern, dark-toned attire, complete with ripped jeans and a leather jacket. Her eyes are closed, and her facial expression is serene, as if in a state of eternal repose. The surrounding forest is densely packed with towering trees, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching towards the sky. The atmosphere is eerie, with mist swirling around her body, and the only light source is the soft, moonlit glow that filters through the canopy above, casting an otherworldly ambiance.

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