Zelta had wandered and wandered, so far and so long. The dread and frustration in her was now on a whole different level. She couldn't even think straight at this point, and her heart wouldn't stop racing so fast, it wouldn't even slow down a moment. This was real fear, fear that she hadn't experienced before. It was such an irony, actually. The prophesied demigoddess, frightened to the narrow, wobbly to the soles, and at the mercy of terror.
As Zelta wandered around in terror, something else began to happen around her. The blue smokes were gradually starting to fade away. Zelta felt so relieved than ever, when she discovered this. She was actually so happy to see this happening. She had never been so frightened like that in a long time, her highest wishes now, was for all of this to come to an end.
