Hela opened her eyes.
She was standing just outside the city gate.
Glancing behind her, it seemed as if she could see the palace deep within the city.
Then, without hesitation, she turned around and headed in the direction of the Land of Barrenness.
"Plop."
Hela heard a sound behind her.
Slowly, she turned around.
The girl covered her mouth and took a step back, her eyes filled with horror.
On the ground was the corpse of a raven.
Hela didn't dare to look any longer and quickly turned around and jogged forward.
She ran and ran, forgetting the time, forgetting the distance, running until her feet were raw, her muscles ached, and her mind grew hazy.
She bumped into a warm body.
"What's the matter, running so fast?" The man's voice was gentle.
Hela looked up at the man covered in many claw-torn bloody marks:
"Hewitt, let's get going."
Hewitt reached out and tousled her hair, asking earnestly:
"Hela, did you get hurt during your time in Lower Walton?"
