Lisa had returned to her trial after half an hour of recovery. Her muscles—ones she rarely used in combat—began to ache, but she had no choice.
Time was against her.
The longer she took to complete this journey, the more enemies would come for her.
At first, she had no idea where to go. But her shield gave her a clue. It glowed faintly, illuminating a direction forward, like in an RPG game where a guiding light showed the next objective.
Normally, as a gamer, she would've hated something that would make her seem like a noob. But now? In a barren, endless wasteland with no landmarks in sight? She was thankful.
Without the shield's light, she would've easily gotten lost.
She sighed more than once during the long journey, glad at least that there wasn't a sun radiating heat above her head. There was no telling how long this would take—and she only had food for a day or two, if rationed carefully.
