It was a moment before disaster. Everything was going so well—it wasn't much, but it was all I had, and all I needed.
Then it all came crashing down.
Her body hit the frozen earth, The sound was deafening, a symphony of agony and finality. Her body skidded across the frozen ground, dragged at an inhuman speed. Snow scattered in violent spirals as her battered form collided with a towering bamboo tree, its bark splitting under the force. A low groan escaped her lips, pain radiating through every shattered nerve.
Her vision blurred, frost clinging to her lashes, but she could still make out the figure approaching through the blizzard.
she saw it—a tall silhouette emerging from the blizzard. The figure moved with deliberate steps, parting the snow as if death itself made way for him. The air grew heavy, suffocating, thick with a palpable aura of death.
When he finally stood above her, his shadow consumed her fragile form. Blood seeped into the snow, staining it crimson. Her once-pristine robe clung to her like a second skin, drenched in her own lifeblood, his eyes voids of endless black. Behind him, the writhing substance rose—a formless darkness that coiled and shifted like a living entity, taking shape into a jagged thorn longer than a blade.
"Any last words before your honorary death?"