The Hunt (20)

Sixteen days into the Hunt. Isabella had already reached her destination days ago.

At the Northernmost part of the Hellish Depths, which also happened to be the Northernmost border of the Fleeting lands lied a ruin made from small yellow pebbles. There were a few giant trees nearby; each of them were reached about a hundred feet in height.

She stepped into the dome-like ruin arranged with pebbles. She could clearly see what was inside as sunlight radiated through the hundreds, if not thousands of the holes between the pebbles. On the floor, a huge circle was drawn- a magic circle. She smiled as she opened her map.

She was right where it was absolute forbidden to go, the red legend on the map- the teleportation circle to the Empire!

She again stepped out of the dome. The last few days, she did not do anything but go in and out of the relic. She was coming bored.