The black clouds loomed over the ominous temple on top of the hill summit. It veiled the golden rays that twisted like a maw of abyss.
Silence reigned as Lucya gulped her saliva. She heard faint, creepy steps coming from her opponent, which sent chills down her spine.
Lucya stood in the middle of the open field on the side of a towering temple that stood like an amalgam of ancient tombs.
On her right, smoke billowed, and a figure dressed in a black outfit and half-face covered with a mask appeared.
His black eyes swirled in deep madness and desire, reeling at Lucya's appearance.
"Begone!".
Lucya waved a hand, and a blade wind whistled through the air, cutting the figure that had long vanished.
Sereth vanished without a trace, not even disturbing the air. He was like a mist, fleeting yet possessed a deadly fang.
She gritted her teeth, sweeping her gaze sideways to track the slightest distortion in the atmosphere.
A chill gripped her nape bare, coming from behind.
