A gentle breeze blew through the surrounding brush.
Celeste froze.
The soft rustle reverberated within her like a terrible screech.
Inhaling a deep, silent lungful of air, she gripped her short-sword, her posture absolutely still. Her gaze flitted through her immediate vicinity, every sense on high alert. Once the sense of oppressive danger passed, Celeste sensed the tension racking her frame fade.
In the next moment, her muscles loosened, allowing her to move.
The Chosen of the Divine Sovereign crept forward deftly, maintaining a steady hold on [Deceit] - a simple, low-level Skill designed to hide one's features. The optical illusion was quite limited in several ways, but it still served her well… not the least because of the green combat attire she currently wore.
If anyone came across Celeste right now, all they would see was a sea of green, her form fusing with the verdant vista of Nature's Grove.
At least, that was what she hoped.
