A Sculpture of Ice
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Feliciana found herself surrounded by enemies all of them armed while she had only her staff to protect herself. Why the hell did she have to be left alone? In this situation, with her life in danger, she had no choice but to use her Authority.
She took a deep breath. Her Authority was a pain in the neck, and she hated using it because it affected her every time she did.
Her body glowed faintly, and an aura formed around her an invisible aura, barely perceptible. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for what would come next.
When she opened them again, all the masked criminals were lying unconscious on the ground. Two of them were dead, their bodies pierced by swords the weapons of their own comrades.
"It worked this time," Feliciana murmured, relieved.
