She raised her formation shield and kept moving with the composed precision of a woman who has decided that being on fire and naked is simply a new operational condition.
Chen Yun's travel robes lasted approximately two additional seconds before the construct's follow-up sweep found them—the dark fabric was slightly more resistant, but slightly was not enough, and the result was Chen Yun in the gorge air with her demon sword raised and the pendant at her throat—still converting, still working, its male register now serving no function whatsoever given available evidence—and everything the robes had been doing rendered academic.
The binding was gone too.
Chen Yun's jaw set. Her dark eyes went to the construct.
The demon sword came up and its awakened field expanded outward—the distortion field pressing into the gorge, eating the ambient formation qi, finding the construct's qi anchors with the accuracy of a weapon that had been designed specifically for this frequency.
