The Hunter's Pride Shattered (Part 2)
The Queen's breathing became uneven.
For someone who had survived countless life-and-death battles, every movement of her body had long since become instinct. She trusted it completely.
Now, for the first time in years...
That trust shattered.
She willed herself to step forward.
Instead, her feet slid backward.
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
She immediately tried to regain her balance.
Her body leaned the opposite way, nearly throwing her off her feet.
No...
Again.
Every command she gave her body was answered with the exact opposite movement, as though something invisible had hijacked her senses.
A cold bead of sweat rolled beneath the collar of her fitted black leather jacket.
Moments ago, those piercing blue eyes had been calm, steady, and impossible to read.
Now they were filled with genuine disbelief.
Impossible...
I've fought countless masters of the Old Martial Arts.
