Saintess Of All Those Who Have Died

About thirty minutes after the four teenagers departed, a black shadow spread from the base of a tree. A young woman with raven-black hair emerged from it, her obsidian eyes filled with confusion as she surveyed the area.

"Why is there nothing here? I told those idiots to check for Outsiders... did they just ignore me and let them proceed deeper into the forest?"

Her expression contorted, showing the depths of anger that lay within her.

"And I'm the one who'd have to deal with that bastard Priest's yapping if anyone gets to the Ritual Grounds!

If not for that cursed Oath, I'd have killed the lot of them."

Fury blazing in her eyes, she stepped back into the shadow, melding into the ground and vanishing—completely unaware that her targets had been reduced to dust.

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