'What the hell…' Aria thought as her boots skidded across the ravaged courtyard.
A deep gash along her side burned cold… then hot and then finally, it turned numb.
Each breath she dragged into her lungs felt like inhaling knives.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt pain like this… real pain, the kind of pain that reminded you that you were still horribly alive.
Three minutes.
In just three minutes she had been overwhelmed.
First came the snowflakes… tiny, delicate things that hadn't been enough to slice through her skin at first, they had just been a distraction.
Then came the slashes that were heavy enough to slash a normal woman in half… She wasn't holding back at all.
This woman wasn't dangerous… A word that would more fitting was a calamity.
Veyra stepped back, exhaling cold breath from her nose
"He survived," she whispered. "Azel is alive."
Aria raised a brow, clutching the Reaper blade as her blood dripped onto the snow.
