A crimson heel plunged into the ear of the man sprawled on the floor, twisting and burrowing deeper into the soft tissue until it latched onto something. With a sharp yank, the heel's owner pulled it free, unflinching as hot blood splattered across her face.
Leonda carefully removed the stone-like object impaled on her heel, her movements deliberate. She turned the red stone in her fingers, studying it with narrowed eyes. The stone pulsed with a faint red glow, its gentle vibrations hinting at hidden power, but the light faded almost instantly, returning to a dull hue.
