SIGRID

Renata felt the imminent danger crawl up the back of her neck, making every hair stand on end.

Where was that demonic energy coming from?

She spun around, driven by the heat of the moment and her own rage, blocking the strike of dark aura aimed straight at her body.

The wave rippled through the forest, hatred clashing against hatred. Around her, the trees, the grass, the animals—everything that held life began to die, consumed by her powers.

An elemental was the source? What kind of sick