The pitch-black storm was like a pool of dry, hardened ink. As one's body passed through it, the fragments of spacetime would haphazardly scratch and leave scars due to excessive speed.
A burst of white light suddenly blossomed before Irexis's eyes, and her body was abruptly thrust out by a ripple of spacetime.
Though her sight was obscured, her body had already committed it to memory.
She deftly turned downward, retracting her wings, curling into a ball, biting the tip of her tail, and rolled around the ground like a hedgehog until she hit a wall, sending dust cascading down.
Irexis unfolded her dragon wings, and the green in her eyes gradually faded, transforming into clear ice-blue dragon pupils. The black shadows on her body receded, restoring her normal snow-white scales.
