Yenna crashed through the underbrush, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Vell's voice rang in her memory: "Stay calm!" Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one stumbling alone through a forest that felt alive with hostility.
She clutched her gauntlets, her fingers trembling as she tightened her grip. She had to find Vell. Being alone out here wasn't an option. "Focus, Yenna," she whispered, trying to still the frantic pounding of her heart. "You can do this."
She forced a deep breath, steadying herself, and broke into a run. Every step felt heavy, her fear making her clumsy. She tried to summon the mana Vell had taught her to harness—the strange, powerful energy that thrummed inside her—but it slipped from her grasp like water through her fingers. Panic clamped down on her concentration, and every attempt felt more hopeless than the last.