章節 511: High Tensions

When next I awoke, the tent was dark, and I was alone. There was a faint red hue on the western face of the canvas, meaning nightfall hadn't come long ago, but everything around me was still.

It was too quiet, and as I sat up and looked around, I found the lingering mana of a sound ward. The mana bore R'lissea's soul's residue, and I smiled faintly. Leave it to her to make sure I enjoyed a peaceful sleep amongst a horde of literal demons. 

I yawned, rolled out of bed, and stretched before slipping into a crimson dress. My hand lingered on my shoulder, tracing the smooth, flawless skin where the sun purge had once stained me. All my dresses were off-shoulder, designed to accommodate that scar, but now even that mark was gone, another layer of freedom I hadn't realized I was missing.