"Stop it. Damn it. Stop it." Sylvia muttered under her breath, her two irises bright golden in color.
She did not understand why but her body and her heart had all of a sudden started acting bat shit crazy.
She was only barely holding on, unable to resist the urge to go up and fight against the Quilin.
It was an instinct; a thought; an idea that gripped her entire body, a completely irrational impulse.
She knew full well that if she went up there near the beast right now, she would be bashed into nothingness within a fraction of a second.
But still, she felt an inexplicable urge to go head to head with that frightening beast.
As Sylvia was struggling on the side, Mikel and Theodore had their own problems.
They were no match for the Quilin beast strutting in front of them but all hope was not lost.
The fact that they were so close to the main city was right now their only saving grace.
