Silvy dashed through the darkened forest, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she neared the edge of the city.
She could see the faint glow of their campfires ahead—a flickering hope in the night.
'Just a little more… I need to warn them.'
But her instincts screamed a second too late.
The air shimmered. A circle of divine glyphs burst open before her, and out of the light stepped Goddess Charrin herself, radiant and cruel, accompanied by several robed priests.
Silvy skidded to a halt, drawing her mana-infused bow in a fluid motion.
"So, you've come to stop me."
Goddess Charrin's eyes narrowed slightly, not with anger, but with amusement.
"You run with such desperation. Did you truly think I would let you reach your allies so easily?"
Silvy aimed, but her hands trembled. She knew she wasn't strong enough to fight a goddess. Not yet.
The High Priest stepped forward, bowing his head slightly to his goddess.
