–Koong! Bang!
How many times had it been now?
Each time the ground quaked beneath the Wampa's massive blows, Alice staggered a little more. Her arms ached. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. Sweat ran down her brow, stinging her eyes—but she refused to fall.
If not for the strange energy guiding her limbs, urging her to move just a fraction quicker than she should've been able to, she might have been unconscious by now.
"Prove it…" she whispered through clenched teeth.
Her grip tightened around the greatsword—the ancient relic that seemed to pulse with a will of its own. It was this sword, she knew. This was the reason.
The guardian spirit—Wampa—wasn't supposed to attack her. He wasn't supposed to be capable of harming anyone in the Draken bloodline. That was the very foundation of their contract.
And yet, here he was—snarling, howling, swinging at her with every ounce of his monstrous strength.
But Alice had begun to understand.
