Elvira's hands kept reaching for the box in her pocket. That and an auburn dress on her body were the only gifts from Wivior that she was carrying. Those items were a reminder of their love and the promise she had made to him.
Her foot slipped into a muddy hole. "Bloody hell!" Mud had soiled the ends of her dress. "Ugh!" She lifted her skirt and continued moving through the trees. It was daytime there, and a building came into sight. She had teleported to the place her uncle had brought her and Wivior. Although it was a torture house, she didn't know any other place safe enough to look for her uncle.
Hopefully, Eldritch and Charlotte would forgive her for what she did to them. Even if they didn't, her uncle was her only key to safely entering Onnanor, Agror's kingdom.
