Anne and the Hidden world
"Moonlit Sigils."
The unseen force around my throat tightened. I choked, hands clawing at nothing, vision flickering with spots of white.
Then—slash. A blade cut the air, swift and precise, slicing through the suffocating force that had gripped my throat. The pressure vanished in an instant, and I gasped, my body sagging as my vision cleared. My master had materialized before me, her presence sudden and fierce as a storm-wind, her blade gleaming under the fractured sky. The storm howled around us, but she stood unmoved, eyes locked onto the girl who had nearly ended me. "It's not time yet," she said, her voice sharp as steel, a warning and a promise wrapped into one.
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