Princess Zhao held the sword in both hands. Frail as she was, the madness forced upon her over these past few years erupted in that moment, granting her a burst of strength and fearlessness. As clawed hands reached for her, she slashed the blade wildly in every direction.
It is said that a madman’s flailing can best an expert; her desperate, chaotic swings actually kept those hands at bay, and in a moment of carelessness, she even managed to wound one of them.
But Princess Zhao was only one person. The strength she had summoned was fleeting, and she could not swing the heavy sword forever. Just as she neared exhaustion and was about to collapse, the monster seemed to run out of time as well. It cursed viciously, vowing to return the next night to claim her life, and then, waving its claws, it vanished.
Chapter 75