"Where is that fool?!" High above the ashen lands of the abandoned continent, a young woman with the height of a child was sitting on a flying broom with one leg on each side. She did not care if the air moved her thin robes, exposing the childish underwear with a bear pattern she wore underneath.
There was an old damp mark on it, which seemed to have faded over time.
While flying over the artifact she had gotten made for herself, Stella searched hard for the monk general but failed to find him.
"Ugh, why did I agree to take this mission?" Stella groaned while flailing around in the air. "I don't even know where he went into seclusion. If I find that hypocrite monk, I will make sure he never forgets to tell me even when he is going to take a piss."
Whoosh!
Stella was so focused on finding Hemes that she forgot the dangers hidden in the elven woods.
