Even if it was dangerous, no, BECAUSE it was dangerous, Alice had no itention of backing down.
Warnings only meant one thing, she simply had to move faster before someone else caught on to what she's doing.
She stepped away from the main path and found a patch of grass with a tree. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching her, she sat down and leaned against the trunk.
Placing her palm against the grass, she closed her eyes.
Blood began to converge beneath her palm. She needed something precise. A thread thinner than before. Thinner than a needle's point. This thread didn't been to be strong, it didn't need to cut someone, all it needed to do was reach the heart of this island.
Creating an orb with the blood, she began to compress it.
Smaller, thinner, tighter.
The orb began to spin, with each rotation its size would shrink until a smile appeared on Alice's face.
Perfection.
