Capítulo 603: An Elf's Tale, Part 11

She redoubled her pace.

Just within a hair's breadth of dodging branches, burning chunks of wood splintering - keeping her focus steady by staying her grip around the hilt of her blade, refusing to let it slip even in the slightest. 

Her legs tried breaking into a violent sprint, or even lunged just the smallest inch forward to go faster, but the sinking snow and the debilitating pain forced her to trudge a narrow bloody trench that only continued to pull her deeper within as the raging winter continued to pour evermore. 

But there were humans scouring within the smoldering plains, the red roamers were here, a terrifying nightmare manifesting as reality… it was them, it had to be them - they set the skies ablaze, rained down the deafening roars, and enormous bodies of winged-creatures down onto the earth. They were the cause of everything… and she would not allow them to also be the sole cause of her sister's untimely demise.