Planning: Part 1

At the Miga border.

"Run! Run!"

Two white figures were running in the rain at night. Their speed was far beyond ordinary humans could achieve. It was just unimaginably quick.

The black mud in this primitive land had turned solid, trampled by the migrating herd of bison. But the two white figures had left behind a trail of deep footsteps as they ran.

Dark-green dark energy was burning on their body. The leading figure was a woman with a pair of fox ears on her head and a big wagging white tail behind her. More importantly, however, was what the little girl was carrying.

The girl was a few years old. Her face was ugly as if a fire had burned half of her face. But the dress she wore was expensive, not to mention the jewelry. She could be from some wealthy family.

"Mom, let me down. It's okay. You're not going to get away if you keep carrying me," the young girl said calmly.