Mias pulled back slightly, studying the half-dead woman's face.
"What?"
Ophelia let out a light laugh at his confusion.
"The oracle. They said when I awoke, we should travel east immediately lest Greed find and kill us."
Mias sighed.
"I don't think immediately means a couple of minutes, taking a few bites of meat and sips of water, does it?"
'Can't a girl get a few minutes of rest after one of the top three worst months of her life?'
Ophelia flashed Mias a grin.
"I know… so, uh, we should probably get a move on."
As he said that, a chilling wave cut through the air and crawled down their spines.
Without a word, smoke curled beneath Ophelia and lifted as Mias swept her into his arms.
A moment later, he was sprinting through the forest, not daring to look back, smoke bursting from his heels to propel him faster.
Ophelia, far larger than the small-framed Mias, looked up at his face as the wind rustled her hair.
