Chapter 83. Turning the page and restarting. (2)
Keeping her eyes open while the surrounding landscape was a mere smudge of afterimages was out of the question. Just imagining it was enough to make her want to throw up.
Straddling the wolf's back she clung to him, burying her hands in his winter fur and clasping her knees around his ribs. It was good that Askeladd didn't seem aware of it, much less bother him.
The Forest loomed around them both as Askeladd raced across the field with her clinging like a limpet to his back. The only reason she could be inside its and not choke on it was because of the thick layer of amber mana covering her like a second skin.
Perhaps an hour or two later, they reached the edge of the barrier and emerged on the human side of the continent. Unlike that night, the wolf cut through it as easily as he walked the doorway to the shed.