While Jared cultivated in Sky Dragon Valley and mapped out counter-measures with Roland, a very different struggle was playing out elsewhere.
Beyond Cloudhaven City, out on the endless stretch of the Wastelands, a single bedraggled figure tore across the barren ground at full tilt, fighting for her life.
That fleeing figure was Vivian.
For three days and three nights she had gone without sleep, running as if darkness itself snapped at her heels. Any moment her eyelids sagged, she bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood, using the surge of pain to stay awake.
When her legs turned to water, she forced the last threads of spiritual energy through her meridians just to keep moving.
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