Huff. Huff.
Fiona clenched her blade with both hands, staring at the moth-like beast before her with a resolute gaze.
Countless flickers of light traced through the air around it, threads weaving in constant motion. Though small in size, it carried the presence of an apex predator guarding its domain.
Fiona bore multiple deep gashes across her body, blood seeping from them heavily enough to pool beneath her feet.
She felt exhausted; however, the light in her eyes hadn't dimmed the slightest.
'I can't fail him.'
The young lord had entrusted the protection of the village to her. After everything he had done for her, there was no way she could fail him.
Regardless, the beast's threads had shut down every attempt she made to get close.
Even with Slip Step, she had nearly been severed in half multiple times.
