" I will not lose you, BaiShe... " She clenched her fists until her nails pierced her gloves, letting streams of purple blood flow onto the dented metal. " Not after everything I have done... everything we have built. "
A guttural growl pulled her from her thoughts. Three powerful Yin creatures, attracted by the smell of her fresh blood, emerged from the fissures in the basaltic ground. Their overly long limbs scraped the stone, their empty orbits fixing the templar with a devouring hunger. They were smaller than the Guardian that had wounded BaiShe, but their number and aggressiveness made them just as dangerous.
Zhi Mei wiped away with the back of her hand the tears beading at the edge of her lashes. Her face, usually so gentle and filled with piety, froze into an expression of cold determination. She drew her blade, the azure light of her Qi making the darkness crackle.
" You will not stand in my way, " she spat. " Nothing will stand in my way. "
