To Cassandra, she looked like a cruel demoness who reveled in her enemy's suffering. A vile, sadistic woman.
But the royal guard's teeth clenched, golden mana still flaring desperately around her body. She refused to kneel, refused to collapse beneath the weight of a curse, no matter how vicious. Her veins screamed, her blood boiled, but her will did not break. The curse may have snared her, but a curse of this magnitude that was inflicted on so little as a minor cut must've had limits.
Cassandra's sharp eyes darted toward Vex, and there she saw it. The Hexblade was rooted to the spot. To anchor such a spell so deeply, she couldn't move.
That was the opening. That was the flaw. Cassandra burned her mana like a dying star, her light flaring brighter, golden rays clawing against the encroaching rot.
"Girls…" Vex's playful voice cut through her focus. She giggled, as if the battlefield was nothing but entertainment. Her tongue flicked across her lips. "This is not a picnic."
