Nazmi's breath was caught in her throat as she dashed down the long, confusing hallways. She wasn't certain, but she felt as though she was in some sub-level floor of the building… which would make it even more difficult to escape.
The nymph knew that her companions had likely heard the altercation between she and whom she presumed to be an Elder… so, hopefully, they would be coming to rescue her. Nazmi was too scared to rely only on them, though, so she first needed to do her best to get out of the building.
Her usually-slow heart was racing and her injuries, although closed, were near at debilitating pain levels. She bit her lip to prevent any whimpers of pain from escaping. Sorcerers were rushing past her, going in every direction, and it was almost impossible to dodge all of them… and although she trusted Caelus' magic, she couldn't help but worry one of them would have the ability to sense her through the invisibility.
