The War for the North [23]
One of the girls gliding through the darkness stepped forward.
She had lush, wavy green hair and hypnotic eyes glowing with the same hue.
In appearance, she was around twenty years old, unarmed, and seemingly completely defenseless. However, the aura she radiated was in stark contrast to her defenseless appearance.
The girl walked confidently toward Cassian, barefoot on the snow.
There was a strange, non-rhythmic limp in her gait, as if reality was bending around her.
Cassian tried to summon his katana, but his limbs did not obey his commands.
His mind clouded, his vision tingled. It was as if he was being pulled into the deepest, most inescapable layer of a dream.
His consciousness flickered for seconds. When he came to, he felt a strange lightness in his body.
His eyes widened. His perspective had changed, he was closer to the ground.
He looked at his hands; those calloused, adult hands had shrunk, his skin had turned as white as marble.
