Despite the constant sounds of explosions and dozens of powerful pursuers, things had been going well for Evelyn.
Just as Melisandre said, she only needed to worry about flying around at her fastest maintainable speed and let her master take care of the rest.
So far, she had not been so much as grazed by a stray attack or had a hostile individual get within half a kilometer of her.
Still, while Evelyn knew that being a target for some of the enemy's strongest fighters and keeping them occupied was helping everyone, she could not help but feel despondent about her lack of ability to fight back.
All she could do was run away and let others protect her. Even though she had worked tirelessly to gain power, it all amounted to nothing in the face of the threat currently bearing down on her. She was just too weak to be of any real use.
