I zipped through the air, aiming to kill the wraith with just a single swing of my claws. I made sure that Selthia noticed me, and as if reading my thoughts, she timed and positioned her attacks to lead the monster right into my path. By the time the wraith noticed what was happening, it was too late.
I felt my claws tear through something solid, and for a second, I thought that was it, until I realized what had happened. The wraith had sacrificed its own hand to save its life. It blocked the attack at the last second, and instead of ripping out its heart, I took its right arm instead. But the worst part was that it had siphoned some of my life force the moment I touched it.
The wraith didn't waste the opportunity as I was left helpless in the air. Its slender arm reached out to grab my face, but just as it was about to make contact, one of my hounds reared its head, like a ghost spawning in the night and latched onto the creature's hand.
