[Please don't read it before Part 1. I made a mistake so sorry!]
Honestly, it wasn't that hard to escape from Morgana. The moment Nightfire felt her illusion magic was interrupted, she knew someone powerful was getting in. With the data Nightfire got, she used her illusion to keep Morgana busy while she ran for her life.
Honestly, she didn't think her illusion would work that well. She just wanted to buy enough time to escape, and it worked better than she thought it would. Still, she needed to run and escape from this place immediately.
"Fuck you, asshole!!" Nightfire shouted—not about herself or anyone here, but rather the one who put her in this fucking place.
Her face was drenched in horror as she ran towards the end of the path, where she saw the guards heavily lined up.
"Fuck, fuck, everything's fucked up!" Nightfire shouted, the panic wild in her voice, her boots hitting the stones with desperate rhythm.
