C72 The Blue Traessey!

Human intuition is a peculiar thing. Often, the less we desire its arrival, the more likely an ominous premonition is to materialize.

Nearby, a young girl around sixteen or seventeen leaped down from a large tree. Her skin was as white as snow, her hair cut short at the neck, and her petite frame carried a face with a hint of baby fat, now alight with anger