Snow Lionheart felt his life being drained away…
It was all reflected in Ghost's eyes.
The silent killer assessed the situation quickly, grasping the severity of our predicament.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, knowing that none of his usual techniques would be enough to separate that thing from Snow.
His thoughts accelerated ...
"Sometimes… even the smallest things can cast the largest shadows."
Words he had heard long ago.
Ghost acted instantly, throwing his daggers away and clasping his fingers into the shape of a weapon.
His eyes locked onto the beast that threatened to consume Snow.
What he was about to do went against every teaching of the Shadow Court. But that didn't matter anymore.
He drew his hand through the air in a sequence of slashes ..four in total. Two vertical. Two horizontal. Forming a square.
The space around him trembled. The ground itself shivered as his dark eyes began to glow.
"space cleave."
