Mary, the blonde Sky Plane cultivator sent to find Crux, stared into the soldier's eyes with a penetrating gaze. "What's that? I didn't hear an answer."
The soldier looked to the ground, finding himself hanging fifty feet above the ground, held by the woman's grip. "I-I was saying that we needed to use…."
A massive ice spear materialized twenty feet from the woman's face, pointing at her before turning upward.
"My technique." A cool voice replied from below, "It proves useful when we're overrun but it's also costly."
Mary looked at the spear, [crudely made] without refined edges, with a mocking smile. "I take it you're the person who will claim to have built this army?"
"Claim is a rather suggestive word, considering that's what I've done." Evalyn replied dryly, looking at the woman, still holding her soldier above the ground.
I'm preparing to go back to two chapter days. This development is awesome, but it's like playing chess trying to balance the story and return to pacing. Soon the two extremes will be set up and this novel will be smooth. I really look forward to that. It's been difficult writing such a challenging novel. So consider throwing me a couple of power stones if you haven't already. Thank you for reading, everyone!