Arc 4, Act II, Chapter 116: The Poison Feather

A blast of snow went past her vision and the next thing she knew, her dark brown hair was rushing past her vision, the sound of wind roaring around her.

The snow and ice dissipated into mist and mana, the shadow of a cliff looming over her, "AHHHH!!!!" she shrieked and gasped. The gusts blew tears out of her eyes as she tried her best to cast a spell.

With her eyes opened enough, shadows took over her form and she wooshed up fifty or so metres and her hair flew behind her, the gust stopped… Only for it to be blown forward again and the surge of wind to continue once gravity took hold.

She blinked again, then again, disappearing into shadows before emerging towards the underside of the clifftop. She reached a hand out… Would it reach…!?

"Spider Walk!" shadows trailed down her fingers into her palms and coated it in a dark purplish miasma. "Tck!" her hand caught onto the smooth yet jagged surface of the clifftop's underside.