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. ***
The Slaughter III
The Abyssal Qi burned like hot magma as I felt my core expand. I ignored it. Lunging towards the Bloodhound with Zero Step, I blurred, opening the Sovereign's Domain the moment I perceived danger. A mistake. My bones nearly shattered. Compressed beneath such force, I could imagine my bones fracturing like cracked glass.
Still, I held. My speed and strength surged as I blitzed the Bloodhound in stasis beneath my domain. Laevetein lashed against the beast's jaw. No good. The slash was more like a slap. Hurtful, no doubt, but not threatening. I struck again and again and again twenty-seven times in a single breath before retreating before I was forced to channel that energy into my dagger and sword. I had approached the limit on how much force my body could contain. Now, I needed to reinforce my weapons.