Crackle!
Arcs of purple lightning danced around Linlin, a testament to her divine lineage. Each crackle of electricity sent shivers down the spines of her pursuers, a reminder of the devastating power she wielded. But they were ten, and she was one, exhausted and wounded from days of relentless pursuit.
"Stubborn girl," the blood-soaked elder sneered, his eyes gleaming with avarice. "Do you truly believe you can escape us? Your bloodline is a treasure, a gift to us from the heavens. We will have it, one way or another."
He lunged, his hand outstretched, claws tipped with a sickly green energy.
Linlin reacted instantly, her petite frame a blur of motion. She weaved through the incoming attacks, her agility defying the limitations of her human form. A bolt of lightning erupted from her fingertips, striking the elder's chest and sending him reeling back with a pained grunt.
