Wuxian draws out his hands. Without losing the smirk, he sketches a complicated figure with his fingertips, a long vertical line of unreadable calligraphy that superheats the molecules of the air to a fiery red. He slams his palm against it to send it shooting toward Harrow.
And suddenly it is as if she's rammed into an invisible brick wall.
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Date: 2020-10-18 01:22 am (UTC)Wuxian draws out his hands. Without losing the smirk, he sketches a complicated figure with his fingertips, a long vertical line of unreadable calligraphy that superheats the molecules of the air to a fiery red. He slams his palm against it to send it shooting toward Harrow.
And suddenly it is as if she's rammed into an invisible brick wall.