It was a peculiar sensation.
Upon the barren mountain range, the woman’s figure seemed alien, as though she had been added alone to the scene. That was so even though the black hood pulled low over her head concealed both her face and figure.
Perhaps she was like a drop of ink upon a sheet of pure white paper.
At first glance, she was nothing remarkable. Yet my gaze naturally concentrated upon her, and her presence seemed to sweep away everything else in the background.
This was different from before.
I had encountered her several times, but never had my intuition issued warnings like it did today.
Take the present moment, for example.
Even now, was my grip upon Heavenly Sword not tightening of its own accord?
Still, there was no need for undue alarm. My flesh and blood remained alive, and our opponent was not in a state where she could exercise her full Authority. If she had been, she would never have employed such troublesome tricks.
The gaze she cast upon me held no particular…