"…Should've taken those survival shows more seriously," she muttered. "And my mana's not regenerating faster either… ugh." She rubbed her forehead, clearly done with overthinking.
"Fuck it. Let's go this way," she said, pointing in a completely random direction. "I'll just follow my gut…"
Just before taking the first step, she paused. Kei glanced back one last time at the pile of ashes left behind, the remains of the Crow still there slowly getting dissipated by the winds, the lingering proof of what had happened here. Her lips parted slightly, and a quiet heaviness settled in her chest.
"…Goodbye," she said softly, sadness threading through her voice. Then she turned away. This time, she didn't look back.
