With her pink eyes darting among the ten white-masked cult members surrounding her, Rin remained firm. Compared to the trained strength of knights, their power pulsed like a dense fog—something unnatural, raw, and wrong.
Gregor's bravery crumbled beside her. With panic in his black eyes, he ran toward the cultists. He cried out, "I-I'm not with her!" "Just let me go, take her!"
Rin's jaw tightened as a look of disgust crossed her face. "Coward," she muttered under her breath. One masked figure moved forward, his motions uncannily fluid. Gregor's fervent request turned into a feeble smile as he hoped for mercy.
Instead, the cultist's fist sent him flying after slamming it with bone-crunching force into his gut. He collided with a tree, his body limp as he slumped among the roots, unconscious.
Rin's heart was racing as she gulped down, but her defiance surpassed her fear. With a sharp voice, she spat, "Touch me, and I'll make you regret it."
