Min had a sister.
And she was that wicked, evil witch.
As Erden and Ilay stepped forward to stop San's attack, Min clenched her teeth and struggled to rise to her knees. She grabbed the elbow of one of the twins—she wasn't sure which one. But they both turned to look at her, just as she had hoped.
"You both can...feel the infection inside me, right?" she asked, fighting to speak through her labored breathing.
They nodded simultaneously.
Ilay had picked up a discarded tree sapling and was swinging it like a club at San, moving swiftly and agilely for her age. San, younger and faster, evaded easily, unleashing fire from her hands. The older witch dodged the flames, but it was clear that Ilay wasn't as fast as San, despite her supernatural strength and speed. Meanwhile, Erden stayed back, positioned between Min and San, as if protecting one from the other. But the battle couldn't be won through defensive actions...or was there another reason why she hung back?
