The instant the egret burst into blood-mist, the entire camp froze into silence.
The female guard’s scream lodged in her throat. Her fingers clenched the dagger at her waist so hard her knuckles whitened, nearly splitting skin.
She could only stare as the mist drifted off in the breeze, white feathers speckled with flesh settling across the grass—a vision so shocking it made her knees weak.
Moments ago the bird had been graceful and free. Now a crawling chill climbed her spine until she shivered uncontrollably.
“Miss… it’s good you stopped me just now. Otherwise…” Her voice broke.
The thought of stepping closer—ending like the egret—made her stomach knot with dread.
“This is what makes the confrontation of high masters terrifying.” Grace’s tone was solemn. “Their mental power becomes a tangible domain. Anything entering it is crushed like an ant in a millstone—nothing left, not even bone.”
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