Xin Yue stood inside the small circle as the only human being in the field free enough to feel bored.
Flowing mists rising from the indentation of the ground hovers around the young woman like swaying transparent curtains. Setting a barrier from the chaos as well as the clamor distances away while letting a certain someone observe without fear.
Almond eyes drooped in a daze as the young lady took in the scene of carnage before her. The slender digits clasped behind her back caressing the surface of the black dagger with faint indolence.
Dark pupils witnessed the sight of spraying blood and flying bodies while her ears listened to screams of unending pain. Air tinted with the scent of iron entered her nostrils as humidity from tension and nervousness clung onto her pale lips.
However, all this barely left a mark on the consciousness of Xin Yue's awakened state as numerous thoughts flitted by.
