Ling Yuming lunges with her sword, the blade grazing past your shoulder. In the split-second it slips by you, …
Ling Yuming lunges with her sword, the blade grazing past your shoulder. In the split-second it slips by you, you see her face by the light of fire.
And you understand, it was all a trap. Your brief hesitation sends you plunging into the lake.
Then, a familiar voice echoes in your ears, "You've passed."