In the instant that inch-long ashen ice-scar split open, Si Lingle's closed eyelids never lifted, yet within her unfathomable Sea of Consciousness, wind and thunder were already raging!
The Silence rune traced out by her fingertip in the void had yet to fully form when that malice, cold enough to freeze Time and space, had already burrowed in like maggots gnawing bone, pierced straight through the "Ashen Wall" she prided herself on, and snapped precisely at her True Spirit Core!
That was not an attack on the level of Law, but more like a domineering, overbearing "judgment" from above the very rules themselves. Like a merciless guillotine hanging over the long river of fate, waiting only to fall.
