KILLIAN
My senses heightened as I bent sideways slightly, narrowly dodging the attack. I pulled out my sword, my claws springing out. I spun around, my eyes searching for the figure but it was out of sight.
My brows furrowed.
Was that just an hallucination? It can't be.
My chest heaved, ears and eyes wide at alert but the forest seemed quiet, too quiet.
But then, the air shifted once more. But this time, it wasn't another dark figure. It felt familiar but strange at the same time.
Slowly, my eyes carefully trailed back to Gennieve. My sword fell off my hands, my chest tightening in shock.
Laying on the ground wasn't the normal Gennieve anymore. Black stripes of black magic clung to her like a second skin and it was spreading fast. Her eyes were opened now, but they were void.
Then
