The threat of the cursed one,
The audacious tone of her voice,
Her golden hair similar to a blazing fire,
Her eyes were glowering back at the Last Healer.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She stayed in that place. Her teeth gritted as the woman stopped in front of her toes. Althea's breath was racing. The cold sweat trickled down from her temples, down to the sides of her head.
She doesn't know what to do. Can she produce that cerulean light? Can she exude a charm that could save her? Of course not. She was afraid to do it.
She could only use her power when Qing Long was at her side. The Nian beast was threatening her. Althea was shuddering with fear.
Her humane form couldn't agree more with her ravenous fur.
