Charlotte exhaled sharply as she stepped back, lifting her hand to her neck.
Her fingers brushed against the wound—a thin, invisible slice, so precise that she hadn't even felt the cut being made.
"Incredible," she murmured, almost to herself.
She pressed against the wound lightly, expecting it to vanish, for her body's natural regeneration to mend it instantly.
Nothing happened.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She was a Radiant-ranker. Her regeneration was leagues beyond mortals, beyond even Immortal-rankers. There wasn't a force in this world that should be able to leave so much as a scratch on her without her body instantly repairing itself.
Yet—this cut remained.
It didn't bleed like a normal wound. It simply sat there, a quiet, damning mark of something far beyond her understanding.
And for the first time in a very, very long time, Charlotte trembled.
'If that attack had the intent to kill…'
Her thoughts stalled, her breath hitching for just a moment.
