Claiming her Reign
xian'na pov
The air wasn't just cold; it was a living, malicious entity. The moment the white light of my transformation faded, and I stood as Xian'na—frail, human, and naked—the wind became an enemy.
It hit me like a solid, icy fist. My feet slid on the damp, spongy moss, and I stumbled, a desperate gasp tearing from my throat. I threw my arms out, not to block the gale—that was impossible—but to somehow anchor myself. The roar was deafening, a constant, high-pitched scream that swallowed all other sound.
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