While unforeseen chaos ensued in one part of the Kingdom, something else was being played out in the opposite direction.
Another flow of fate, you might say.
Within the thick forest at the outskirts of the Slums, beyond the influence from above and the eyes of preying Factions, Meadow Swanstorm made her stance.
And her stance? Well, let's say she was about rethinking her chances.
"Princess, Run!"
The voice of her bodyguard, Ban Xen, projected within the foliage of trees as the sounds of birds screaming echoed after.
Suddenly, the trees trembled and a solid quake spread through the thick green landscape.
And from a bundle of bushes, Meadow jumped out with trembling hearts.
"For goddess' sake, why are there so many untamed beasts?!"
Her gaze was dilated, her cloak rumbled with leaves and broken twigs attached to its surface.
The young girl, not more than a 7th Circle Mage ran down the forage of tall grasses for her life.
