The scream that had echoed across the field was not a sound, it seemed more like an assault on the ears.
It vibrated in Cairen's bones with a twisted frequency.
From the gray depths, the figure molded itself. It was not a beast of flesh and bone like the ones they had hunted on other days, but an aberration of gnarled roots and whitened flower petals that bled smoke. A tall and unbalanced silhouette that seemed to defy logic.
"Spiritual Monster?" Cairen murmured to himself, trying to categorize what his eyes saw and what his spiritual sense deciphered.
Ling, in front of him, did not move, but her entire body transformed. Her breathing, once almost imperceptible, became a low, controlled growl deep in her throat.
Every muscle was tense, like a bowstring ready to be released.
"They are not like common beasts." She suddenly answered Cairen's murmur, her voice deeper and rougher.
