Chapter 300: The Hunt
The weirwood spear, a weapon that had shattered the shields of A-Rank Knights and pierced the hide of drakes, stopped dead.
It didn't hit a wall of mana. It didn't hit an enchantment.
It hit a hand.
Selena's hand.
Her fingers, tipped with three-inch crimson talons, were wrapped around the shaft of the spear inches from Leon's face. The wood groaned under the pressure of her grip, splintering where her nails dug in.
The medical bay was silent, save for the howling wind entering through the torn roof and the heavy, wet breathing of the girl who should have been dead.
General Vargr stared at her. For the first time since he had boarded the train, the arrogance on his scarred face wavered. He tried to pull the spear back.
It didn't move.
"You..." Vargr's yellow eyes narrowed. "What are you?"
Selena didn't look like an Elf anymore.
