Celestia Fawkes looked at the place where The Wolf Tribe had once lived, now reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye, a surge of unprecedented satisfaction welling up in her heart.
Her swollen hooves crushed a piece of scattered beast bone on the ground, her voice hoarse and grating: "Run? I'd like to see just how far you can run!"
She turned toward Ignatius Phoenix, her festering eyelids drooping: "Great Shaman, I know you're the most powerful—surely you have the means to find that little slut."
Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes shot her a glance, said nothing, and gripped her Bone Staff as she walked to a collapsed stone hut, fishing out a leftover animal hide from a corner.
She wasn't sure whose it belonged to, but it must have been left by The Wolf Tribe.
Great Shaman Ignis began chanting, her words murmured and arcane: "With blood as the guide, pursue the soul for ten thousand miles!"
