A cold silence fell over the skies.
The petals of countless lotuses- black, blue, and cyan hovered in a threefold storm of stillness, tension rippling beneath the surface.
The disciples of the Forsaken Yin Lotus Sect stood in formation, their gazes fixed on Natalya with an intensity that betrayed their cold facades. Their instincts screamed to act, but a greater instinct told them to wait.
Because Hansyra hadn't moved yet, her Will was commanding them to stay their hands even without saying anything.
She simply stood there in the air, robes rippling like a dark tide, the snowflakes around her halting mid-fall as if time itself bowed before her command. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded Natalya, but no emotion stirred within the glacial depths of her still eyes.
