Black Iron Forest, an old forest known for trees as hard as iron and leaves as sharp as blades, thus the name.
And at this moment, the towering iron-bark trunks, ancient bastions that had withstood the elemental tempests of the wilderness for ten thousand years, groaned under a kinetic violence that was tearing through the upper branches.
SWOOSH—! CRACK!
Xu Xiansu jumped from trees to trees, her orange eyes bright with an untamed, luminous fire that cut through the perpetual gloom of the forest.
Her slender frame moved with the effortless, preternatural agility of a celestial phantom.
Every time the sole of her embroidered combat boot brushed against a branch, the kinetic displacement was barely enough to dislodge a single drop of dew, yet the rebound propelled her fifty paces forward like an arrow released from a master's recurve bow.
