Sienna, the Maiden of the Water Moon Cult, could scarcely believe what she was seeing. Her Cyclone Path had failed. On a Fighter whose level had not even reached fifty, the skill had simply collapsed, its spatial pull dispersing as if it had never existed at all.
For a brief moment, genuine surprise flickered across her face. Then it vanished just as quickly, replaced by the familiar calm of a predator who had regained control of the hunt. Watching Marcus brace himself behind his shield, she found him more fascinating than ever. A faint, enchanting smile curved her lips, soft and alluring, yet brimming with danger. Those who knew Sienna well understood that when she smiled like this, disaster was already in motion.
Marcus, unfortunately, could not see it. If he had, he might have fled without a second thought.
