Vulnerable

This kind of feeling was uncommon to her.

Stretching her shoulders and neck, Lin Sanjiu heard a few cracks from her bones.

The distant forest was on fire. The vermilion flare met and joined with the evening glow in a crusade to paint the entire sky a crimson red. Even from this distance, they could feel the hot air surrounding them. The wind was permeated with sparks. As they walked deeper into the camp, the reeking stench of the charred corpses grew thinner.

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes and once again had a talk with her body. Even though her muscles were trembling from overexertion after committing genocide in her not-so-zenith form, she didn't feel fatigued at all.