Sarina sprinted through the woods, running from the woman who had kept her imprisoned for the last several days. Damn that cursed trickster! She stopped moving for a moment, looking around to see if she had been followed, the morning fog obscuring her vision.
"To think, I was saved due to a goddess's interference. How pathetic of me." She chuckled and leaned her head back, looking towards the sky. She slumped to the ground, leaning her back against a nearby tree. Her ragged breaths left her mouth in small puffs of smoke.
Her eyes narrowed, full of renewed purpose. She pulled out a small hand mirror out of her bag, channeling some mana into her artifact. A small map appeared inside the mirror, showing her the surrounding area in a several-mile radius. At the edge of the map behind her was the safehouse she had fled.
