Whosh!!
Nathaniel's sword sliced through the empty air. His body jerked forward from the sudden force, muscles straining against nothing.
"What the—?" His eyes widened in shock. Miasma had vanished right in front of him. He couldn't even call it a blink.
His sword moved many times faster than that, so fast no one should have been able to dodge it. Yet she was simply gone.
"Perception of fire!" he said quickly.
A soft layer of flames flowed out from his body and spread across the whole area like glowing mist. The fire searched every corner, every shadow, every fold of broken space.
But no matter how far it reached, it found nothing. No trace of her. His brows pulled together in a deep frown.
His sword had been just an inch from her neck. The swing had been too quick for anyone to escape. How had she disappeared like that?
