[Nine Frost: Stop standing there! Move!]0

[Qing Ling: Little Qing Ling, go back!]0

From his perch on the signal tower, Nine Frost started—Qing Ling was talking to her sister! Through his binoculars, he spotted the problem. His crows responded instantly to his command, two breaking from their circling formation. One swept past her calf, wings brushing away the partial talisman. The other drove its beak into her shoulder.0

Sharp pain cut through Qing Ling's personality clash, shattering Personality Kill's influence. Before she could process what had happened,...0