The moment Stellan finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped.
It wasn't a gradual shift—it was as if the air itself had been stolen away, suffocated by the woman's mere presence.
Then—she moved.
Shirone barely registered what happened next.
One second, Stellan stood firm, sword ready.
The next, he was airborne—his body slammed through the stone wall like a broken doll.
CRACK.
The deafening sound of impact echoed through the forgotten city.
The stone behind Stellan splintered, dust and debris crumbling around him.
Shirone barely had time to turn his head before—
BAM!
The foot into his stomach, folding him in half, the force tilted him up from the ground , and before he could even scream—
THUD!
Shirone crashed in the wooden door.
His vision spun, his bones screaming in protest.
His mind was sluggish, drowning in a haze of pain.
What… just happened?
