Dabi planted her feet firmly on the ground, forcing her breathing to steady. She closed her eyes—though there was no difference in the blackness with them open or closed—and reached deep into herself. She couldn't rely on her sight, not in this world of shadows. But she had something else. Instinct.
'Kami no minamoto? No, it's too weak to Compare' Dabi pondered
She turned her body slightly, the air shifting just the faintest bit to her left. A subtle, creeping movement, like the cold brush of wind against her skin. And then, without warning, a sharp strike came toward her from the left. She ducked, rolling to the side just as a shadowy tendril whipped through the space she had just vacated. The tendril slammed into the ground with a force that reverberated through the floor.
Dabi's heart raced. The room was alive with shadows, each one a potential threat, each one a trap waiting to ensnare her. She was surrounded.
But she wasn't helpless.
