Arabella clenched her fists tighter, her knuckles whitening as her resolve hardened. She already knew what she was up against, monsters without conscience, without mercy, and she would offer them none in return. With a sharp flick of her will, broken stones littering the ground shuddered, lifted, and spun through the air.
Their jagged edges gleamed before slamming forward, impaling the skin walkers who dared to lunge. One by one, they were driven into the walls like grotesque trophies, nailed in place with terrifying precision.
Those who recoiled in fear she left for Ariel, her companion's strength could easily finish them. But the ones who pressed forward, who refused to break, were met with her full wrath.
