Knowing the mass of movement is going to beat me to the cart, the only thing I can do is funnel more mana into Jetstream, and hope that I can squeeze a bit more speed into my flight.
It works, yet at the cost of another deafening explosion, forcing me to cycle healing mana throughout my body to shake off the after-effects.
After a few minutes of high-intensity flying, I use a force of wind mana to come to a screeching halt, dropping into the treeline below.
The scene at the cart is one straight out of a nightmare. Hooded figures surrounded the cart on all sides, whilst three non-hooded figures had broken from the encirclement, and appeared to be, talking?
The three figures seem to be having a discussion with a very nervous-looking Teresa and the two very on guard Ivy and Flare. Ivy has her bow drawn fully and Flare has her sword in both hands, her gaze shifting all around.