Chapter 6: Waking up
The four remaining wolves lunged forward, fangs gleaming, eyes blazing with bloodlust. They rushed at the young woman like shadows ignited by fire.
"Be careful!" Langtian shouted, his heart lurching in his chest.
But his warning was unnecessary.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t retreat.
Instead, she sank into a low stance, red aura pouring off her body like rising smoke. Her legs were rooted firmly to the ground, twin sabers clenched tight in her hands. Behind her, her dark cloak billowed like wings caught in a violent wind.
And then—
In a voice calm, cold, and sharp as tempered steel, she whispered:
"Heavenly Wing Slash."
SWOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, she moved.
Both sabers swung outward in a sweeping arc, unleashing two waves of crimson Qi and cutting wind—shaped like the wings of a divine eagle slicing through the heavens.
SHRRAAAK!