"Hah!" Niniola heaved, jumping from building to building.
With each step she took, the buildings thinned, first from large structures of mansion to as little as huts and small chalets inns along the way, the land taking a distinct hue of multi colored trees and vegetations.
The sky had changed a lot since the tent area. The change was not as a result of the shift in time but rather because of another thing entirely. The sky bleached from the clear skies of before, now taking on a darker hue, its outline riddled by tiny streaks of lightning bolts, bolts that became larger even as Niniola drew closer to them.
