Chizuru's head snapped up instantly as soon as her spirit felt death descend on the battlefield.
Every nerve in her body screamed the truth she didn't want to believe. But still, she forced her neck to crane back, her eyes to search. The sky above split with a streak of dark purple as a meteor hurtled down upon them.
Black Fang.
Her descent was silent, eerily so. If not for centuries of experience, Elder Chizuru wouldn't have even realized she was coming for their necks. This woman was the definition of a professional killer. Their soldiers didn't realize her descent; they had no idea what was coming.
The elder stared into the face of the woman, which was an unreadable mask of cold porcelain, but her eyes… her eyes burned with unfiltered killing intent that hollowed the soul.
Chizuru's throat tightened, and her body moved before her mind could form words. There was no time to gasp, no time to give a warning to their soldiers.
