The six shadowy phantoms of Su Rou floating above the high pillars threw their heads back, their overlapping, echoing laughter filling the vaulted room.
"Look at him!" the phantoms mocked, pointing their slender fingers down at the blood dripping from Ye Chen’s left ear. "The outer peak stray is bleeding from his own head! His mind is breaking under the pressure of my spatial darts! He is pointing his scrap iron at empty air!"
Below the pillars, Su Rou’s true physical body hovered silently in the spatial pocket twelve feet above the western capital, hidden behind the optical bending field of her Shadow Cloak of Nine Hells.
She looked down at Ye Chen pointing his broadsword directly at her hidden coordinates, a sudden, cold flicker of uneasy suspicion touching her chest.
It is impossibl
