As the waters of the parted wall pulsed gently around them, Chiron came to a stop. He turned back.
"Emma," he said, voice steady, "this is where you stop."
Her brows creased immediately. "Master?"
"It's time for your mission," he said. "You know what to do with the other world powers. Ensure a bountiful harvest of faith for me when I return."
Emma frowned a bit. She hated being separated from him, especially at a time like this—it was a new world.
But she could read the resolve in his eyes, and more than anything, she was his to—never to question, only to strike.
Still, she muttered, "You're going to take on the entire Elven Kingdom… alone?"
Chiron nodded. "Of course. Why not?"
Emma stared at him for a long heartbeat, then sighed with something that lingered between reverence and worry. She bowed low.
"As you command, Master."
And in a blur, she was gone—like a petal caught in the wind, vanishing into the corridor of runes and light.
