"Talk about instant karmic retribution," Feitao muttered, looking thoroughly depressed as she gripped Itachi's ankle. No matter how you looked at it, the scene was entirely awkward.
Her reflexes were actually quite sharp, but a falling stone had struck her hand just as she reached for her tools, making her too slow. Still, she reacted instantly by grabbing the ankle right beside her.
She lowered her gaze to the endless abyss below—a pitch-black void that swallowed even the light.
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