Argo moved swiftly through the tall grass plains of Hacuray with his map in one hand, keeping track of his position through the landmarks provided to him.
"Marce won't kill until she has what she wants," Argo glanced to his left and right, a terrible feeling enveloping the pit of his stomach, "But she won't stop until then either."
He knew that Marce was somewhere out here in the plains between Creedon and the Pines, he was certain of it.
She was waiting for him to come out, to ambush and capture him for the stone.
Passing the large boulder in the middle of the field he set away the map now knowing where he was based off it's appearance and continued running swiftly.
His legs ached and so too did his head, but he couldn't afford to slow down or stop.
While she might not kill Carmilla, there was no guarantee that if he took too long, the Corin's would not settle for her death, or that they might find Eida and the Girl instead, and kill them as well.
