Truths Better Left Unspoken

Lori's old cave was eerily silent, save for the slow, ragged breaths that escaped Lysandra's lips as she sat slumped against the stony wall, her body drenched in sweat and trembling with exhaustion. 

The thick mist outside had been her only saving grace, concealing her from Drakar's men, who had hunted her relentlessly. 

She had barely managed to outrun them, pushing her mana reserves to the brink multiple times while avoiding unnecessary fights. If she had drawn too much attention by confronting them, they would have called for reinforcements, and she wouldn't have made it this far.

She had to make sure to lose them before heading to this place, making it quite difficult for her.

She let out a shuddering breath, her head leaning against the damp rock behind her. She had consumed too many mana potions, each one giving her just enough energy to keep moving, but now… now her body was at its limit.