Morgana flapped her wings one more time and then landed on the flat.
She caught her weight with a hand and a knee, but paused when she saw a glimpse of a person as she descended. 'I must've seen it wrong. Yes. That must be the case,' Slowly, she raised her gaze, expecting that it was only her paranoia.
But it was not.
A man was standing with his arms crossed.
His posture. His dominating aura. His unshakable back. Everything made her recall the man who pushed her into this situation. A man who is stubbornly resilient and managed to do the impossible. A man who was the last person Morgana wanted to see right now.
'H-How in the world did he find me?!'
Even before doing anything, she made sure to fortify the entire swamp to the absolute limit.
Others might even say that it was overkill on her part.
And yet, somehow, this man managed to go through the traps unnoticed and found her base.
