"I could be," Zixuan answered.
Her voice was soft, but it slithered through the air like a blade dipped in silk.
It carried no overt malice, no threatening sense of bloodlust—but that absence only unsettled Casper more. There was something off about her— I mean, let's face it.
None of these are making any sense and yet, for all reason, Zixuan right here in front of him, among everything he had faced in this place, is the only thing that did not make him feel uneasy.
He stared at her face, searching every contour, every shadow and gleam in her expression, trying to reconcile it with the image burned into his mind from earlier. And yet... he couldn't.
It looked like Zixuan—her eyes, her lips, the way she tilted her chin just slightly when she was being cryptic—but something in the texture of her presence felt wrong.
