After just two hours of waiting, Mathilde looked up at the branches in the middle of her training with Dalla, ending in her taking a hot slap to the face.
"Don't suddenly stop moving!" Dalla gasped; she was already in the middle of an attack and expected Mathilde to be able to dodge it. She didn't intend on slapping her like that; this was just training after all.
"Arad, we need to move at once. The gap won't last long, and this place will soon get drowned in a wave of space magic." She turned around, and everyone was suddenly lifted up with golden radiance. She was using her divine magic to carry them as she rushed up Arad's back as he transformed.
"Where to go?" Arad asked, and she flicked her foot, kicking a tiny ball of light into the horizon, "Follow that. Closely."
