Beatrix half-expected never to open her eyes again. She imagined the kind of pain that would erupt in her body once the blade made contact.
However, when none of that happened, Beatrix had no choice but to open her eyes.
Astherielle did the same. The two friends hugged each other as they stared at the blade frozen mid-air.
They exchanged nervous glances, wanting to have an answer to their queries but finding none at the moment.
Gently letting each other go, they got on their feet.
Hand in hand, Beatrix and Astherielle walked away from the blade, evading it so much that they stuck on the wall just to make it to the other side.
Slowly, a bluish light appeared from one corner, tracing a human figure.
When the form had taken shape, Beatrix and Astherielle stared at the man standing before them. He was dressed in white, and his skin was blindingly fair. It was almost impossible for them to keep looking at him.
