Two Hours Earlier…
Two Hours Earlier…
Two pairs of cold, golden eyes observed the boy’s fallen body from the shadows of the
underbrush. Their serpentine pupils narrowed as they slithered forward on silent steps.
One was tall, cloaked in black desert silk, with a purple-black sash around her arm — the mark
of Medusa’s outer scouting unit. The other was thinner, younger, her eyes glittering with
fascination.
The scout knelt beside the body, brushing away shattered pieces of bone from Xiao Yan’s torn
robe. She placed two fingers on his neck.
Then paused.
> “Barely. His heart flutters like a dying insect… but his soul core’s intact. Strange for a human
this broken.”
Her hand hovered near his chest, near the black ring still resting on Xiao Yan’s finger.