The air on the mountain felt sharper this morning. Cold enough to prick her skin, warm enough that she didn't breathe frost.
The sky above the high canopy shimmered in that strange mountain glow again, neither sunlight nor moonlight, but something ancient and magical swirling together.
Isabella didn't care.
She had no time to admire anything.
She had Shelia to save.
She had tasks to finish.
She had a ticking clock.
And she had a stupid phoenix man breathing behind her neck like an oversized dog.
Osiris, thankfully, stayed silent for once. He lingered behind her like a tall shadow, occasionally kicking a pebble like a bored child.
Isabella ignored him.
She had bigger problems.
She took a deep breath, steadying her pulse, and sent a command through her mind.
"Bubu," she said in her thoughts. "Show me my uncompleted tasks."
Her system perked up immediately, its voice annoyingly bright as if happy to torture her again.
"Displaying tasks."
