The tension in the white corridor stretched taut as a bowstring. Mika's earth-blade trembled in her grip, her knuckles bone-white against the weapon's hilt. The skull-masked figure stood motionless, those hollow eye sockets boring into her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.
"You want to know where your precious Veilwalker is?" The masked figure's voice carried a mocking lilt that cut through the silence like a razor. "She's screaming Kiran's name right now, begging for mercy that will never come."
Mika's roar of fury echoed off the pristine walls. Her right foot slammed forward, her entire body coiling like a spring as she launched herself across the corridor. The earth-blade swept overhead in a vicious arc, her shoulder muscles bunching with the force of the strike.
