Hell has seen better days.
The thought haunted Amarena as she fell into the mindless activity of placing the beacons.
Run. Place. Wait for Orby. Grab the next beacon. Run. Place...
Beacon after beacon.
Thousands.
Fucking thousands.
As fast as she could place them.
She had no idea when her task would be complete, but it was hers.
Enemy or not, Kiryu's hold over Kir's body meant he had a hostage she would never kill, and since she had no choice but to play along, she decided she would accomplish her task as swiftly as possible...
If only her mana would hold out as strongly as her will.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she sensed it had to have been days at least. When she started to feel her limits, she jammed the most recent beacon into her sidepouch and set her path toward the three Aytherians and their spirit.
Finding their tracks was easy, and she found the three at the foothills of the mountains she'd sent them toward, doing something stupid.
