I picked the shortest route.
As I sped through the lines of his map like the wind itself, my existence seemed more like that of a vampire than it had ever been before. I hovered— unseen to the naked eye of the creatures that inhabited the forest— a momentary passing, a shadow to the shadows that blurred around, following this road that would lead me to the object of my interest.
The shortest route didn't go anywhere.
At first, I thought that it was because of the screenshot that I had received from the second king's sonar, her blue dot was always in one place while Elizabeth might have moved since then.
Moved, or was moved.
The difference between the two was as vast as the space between the sky and the earth.
But how could anyone rein her in? This was Elizabeth after all. The girl could mentally whip anyone into submission and was able to handle her gun like a pro.
