Running Is Not an Option

"Still no news from him?" Renna asked the Witch serving as a messenger beside her, as she waited outside the camp.

"No, Lady Renna." The Witch had already lost count of how many times she had answered that question.

Hours had passed since Magna left, yet they still hadn't heard anything from him.

Renna had considered sending more scouts to check on him several times, only to change her mind whenever she thought about what might be waiting for them.

If something had happened to Magna out there, sending more scouts would only mean sending them to their deaths. What she needed was a proper rescue team, if he was still alive to be rescued.

She clenched her fists as she waited, her chest tightening with every passing second as her thoughts grew more tangled.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she turned to the Witch. "Prepare a team for me. I'm leaving in half an hour."