Feng Jiao Xue's grip tightened on the back of the unconscious mage's collar.
She didn't look at him. Didn't even glance down to check if he was still breathing. He was.... barely.
Feng Jiao Xye had left just enough of him intact to keep his heart beating. Not out of mercy, but purpose.
If they want to find out what's going on,she will get answers from him. Through any means necessary.
Her boots scraped across the broken floor, crunching glass, ash, and the brittle edge of magic-scorched stone.
The underground chamber still pulsed faintly with residual energy, like a beast breathing in its sleep, whispering threats long after the battle ended.
