Millions of Fate strings filled Althea's vision. She ignored the gold ones leading up to Heavens. Those belonged to others.
She sensed three different attacks aimed at her, each capable of hurting her flesh. Golden strings after golden strings flashed by. Her speed in discarding them increased.
The attacks closed in. Blisters appeared on the left side of her face. At the same time, the air flow diverted from her, going over a blockade as she felt it flow over her head.
A chill crept up the back of her neck. A cold metal seemed to inch closer, intent on meeting the heat on the other side.
There.
Thin and easy to miss, threads burning brightly, concealed in open between the many gold strings.
She didn't have much control over these burning threads as they were stolen by Orosol. But that didn't mean she couldn't do anything about it.
