[Bonus thanks to Borakthrash <3 can't wait for the rat colony I released into your home to find the peanut butter I slathered in your boxers. Byebye borak junior]
Cassarae's eyes shot open and she hurried to sit up, grabbing at her sword. Her hand hit nothing but air, and yet the blade still shot out from across the room and entered her palm in a flash. It somehow felt that no matter how far away the sword would have been, it would have still entered Cassarae's palm with the same timing.
Sylas, who barely tilted his head out of the way of being decapitated, could feel the clear intent in the blade as though it was written before him itself.
That sword wasn't normal, nor was the necklace that could increase Luck either.
Cassarae looked ready for battle, but then she seemed to notice Sylas, and then looked down at herself and shook her head.
"Did I have to be naked for this?"
