Throne of Blood and Ash
Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Prowling Demoness
Sprinting through the forest, I leap on top of a tree branch over a dozen meters high in a single bound and look over the never-ending forest stretching further than the eye could see.
[Gravitational Sensory - Engaged]
Gathering information about a hundred meters surrounding me, my eyes lit up. And with a single leap about twenty meters into the air, the unruly icy winds billowed over my cheeks as I free falled twenty meters from the sky, landing like a cat without a single sound.
I darted deeper into the woods, away from the sea. The skies began to dim under the shade of various branches, blocking out the vibrant glow of the stars, but my vision was crystal clear. I advanced without a single sound.
My heart was cold, and my blade was hungry.