Electra's POV
I wanted to scream.
No, I wanted to set something on fire. Preferably that smug-faced grandfather of mine and that insufferable, winged bastard Azaryon, but instead, I kept walking.
I muttered words under my breath, a mix of prayer and profanity disguised as a mantra. "Calm down, Electra, and take deep breaths. Seraphina needs you to remain calm, and patient."
It had already been ten minutes, at least it felt like it, and there was still no sign of her. The forest I was in didn't look like any forest I'd seen on Earth, and it was starting to really get to me. Everything here screamed 'magic,' but all I felt was trapped and helpless.
I wasn't sure if I was walking in circles or if the forest was shifting around me, or maybe it was even both. My chest felt tight, and for the first time since I found myself in this deity realm, I seriously considered giving in to the rising panic in my gut, but I couldn't.
