Her hand trembled, and she found herself breathing heavier from one second to the next as a panic attack was greatly combating her mental resistance given by the Still Heart.
"Ahh!"
A girlish yelp cut through the air nearby.
Nalai's head whipped toward the source just in time to see Feng dart behind a broken pillar, narrowly dodging a ball of black fire that splashed against the ground and hissed like boiling blood.
Feng clutched her robes and panted with her eyes wide.
Nalai's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed as she watched the trembling girl gasp behind broken stone. Her inner mind, honed sharp by centuries of icy calculation, clicked into motion.
Feng Jiai.
A name. A face. A planned move on her chessboard.
