The room was not bright.
Everything was shrouded in a soft light.
Roy stretched her body like a lazy white swan. Her brother was leaning over her, his back curving in a graceful arc.
The Yellow Crystal Stone captured only a fleeting image of this moment. Vivian was shocked, barely recovering when she felt a sharp pain in her earlobe and heard an angry and urgent roar.
"Dodge!"
Like a black serpent, dense fog surged forward like lightning, instantly forming thousands of spikes all aimed at Vivian. The earring on her right side also emitted the same fog, expanding into a giant shield.
As they collided, the door was torn to pieces. Something pierced the black shield and scratched Vivian's throat.
No, it didn't actually touch.
It shouldn't have touched—
She clutched her neck, wanting to scream, but no sound came out. The terrible pain invaded her flesh, corroding her trachea, about to seize all her air.
"Damn it, damn it, Sebatide Hughes!"
