The air in the clearing, already thin and heavy with the scent of ozone and scorched earth, seemed to freeze as the second shadow emerged from the void.
The moonlight, pale and uncaring, illuminated the horrific sight of Medusa—the regal, indomitable queen of the Lamia tribe—impaled from behind by a hand that dripped with the dark, viscous essence of her own vitality.
"Medusa!"
Huo Yue and Zhu Ziyan's voices tore through the night in a synchronized scream of absolute fright.
To see their strongest protector, the woman who had just flattened mountains with a single tail-swipe of her avatar, reduced to such a state in a split second was a psychological blow that almost shattered their resolve.
Ziyan's fur stood on end, her feline instincts screaming for flight, while Huo Yue's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird wanting to break out.
It wasn't from fear, it was her desire to rescue her companion, her friend!
