Traitors

Xia shut her eyes in fear as the dripping dagger was thrown toward her.

"Woah, there," a familiar voice came from behind. "Where do you think you're going?" Before she could open her eyes, the sound of blades clashing filled the air.

A strong aura made her tremble, and the chill breeze whipped past her as the blades clashed right next to her.

"You guys are really trying to kill her, huh?" The calm voice of someone who had recently touched her heart echoed in her ears.

Then a large arm wrapped around her waist, and she felt herself lifted into the air as a powerful breeze surged.

Opening her eyes, she found herself outside her room. Yur held her, but his gaze was fixed on two individuals—one of them missing an arm.

Suddenly, his hold loosened. His right hand, which carried a beautiful sword called Cloud Weaver, dripped with blood.

His gaze then landed on her, and a small smirk appeared. "Are you alright?"