Islas's feet pound on the ground as her eyes are peeled wide open, looking for an ambush.
She stops and bites her finger.
She creates a wide array that looks like a circle in a triangle, within another circle.
It's the size of her face,
This array is made of not just her blood, but the thick world energy and it stabilizes quickly.
Releasing her energy, the mana flows out like a summer haze.
Peering through the array the world energy can be seen rolling around, and small shimmering strands are seen moving in the direction to the right.
Taking off running she follows the trail with the array in front of her.
Minutes meld into hours
Turn after turn she feels like she is being led in a wild goose chase.
The sun is setting and the crescent moon shines its light.
She is miles away from the wall and Ijora, but knows he is always watching.
