The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 285

She dropped the bolts into the fire and returned to mostly in sync with time. I left just enough to react if someone gets smart.

There came the distinct sound of a dozen crossbow arms splintering after losing tension. While several dropped their weapons, everyone had wide eyes and gaping mouths.

“I’m back…” Clara said in a cocky tone.

“You’re a myth,” Silky managed to say.

“They say that all myths are grounded in truth…” Clara said.

The angel opened her wings to their full size creating a shadow that blocked the light of the fire.

a dramatic, low-angle, cinematic photograph of a roaring campfire engulfed in flames, with dozens of arrows of varying sizes and types arranged chaotically, their wooden bodies crackling and ablaze, surrounded by a darkness so profound it appears almost palpable, set amidst the towering, silhouetted trees in a dense, misty forest on a moonless night, the warm, golden light of the fire casting an eerie glow on the mist, photography.

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