Medelien sat back, letting the others take the front, and nibbled the edge of her last cookie. Her mana returned only halfway, not enough to keep fighting long, but enough to stand her ground if things turned dire.
When the tide briefly subsided, she exhaled deeply and leaned against a frost-covered pillar. Her gaze drifted to the sky—dark clouds roiling above, flashes of elemental light streaking through like silent fireworks.
Medelien sighed and murmured, "How did I end up in this situation? I didn't sign up for this..."
When she chose to stay in Eversnow City, she had hoped to avoid danger and not become a burden for Gilgamel and Dean. Thus, she decided to stay and planned to make her fortune quietly, one plate at a time, through her cooking.
But who could've predicted that the magical beast tide would strike this city so suddenly?
Even if she wanted to flee, it was now impossible.
