Having also killed three orcs she earned 15points thus bringing their total tally to 361 Points. First place. Still tied at the same place in their little game.
Khione's expression remained serene. She sat motionless in the branches of a frost-covered tree, wings drawn inward, her breath slow and even, she was using her breathing technique to purify the chaotic prana. Purified Prana flowed gently back into her core, replenishing the well she had emptied in her last assault.
Nero did the same, miles away—seated atop a blackened stone outcrop, flames pulsing faintly beneath his skin. He drew in slow, rhythmic breaths, his body steaming with residual heat. Not resting—just recharging.
It was just past noon when they moved again.
Time to hunt.
Her wings flared silently, propelling her into the air. The forest stretched below like a frozen sea—branches crusted with rime, leaves brittle with frost. She didn't walk. She glided. Every movement was weightless, every shift calculated.
