C187 Pierced Heart, Torn Soul

She was wrong.

With a flick of his wrist, an unseen force struck her like a tempest. She flew backward, her body slamming into the towering bookshelf behind her. Tomes and scrolls tumbled down, scattering across the wooden floor like fallen leaves.

She groaned, dazed, as dust clouded the air.

He paid her no mind.

Instead, he stepped forward, slow and deliberate