Does running through a creepy cemetery while avoiding being attacked by dead, grudgy, murderous ancestors count? [ because it doesn't feel all that different—except maybe the clawing and the scratching and the weird sounds that they make. the ancestors thankfully were more normal, with their chanting spells that causes one's soul to be ripped apart and their inability to heed—or even, acknowledge—that stop means stop.

she guesses they really just hate her. fun times in the ancestral realm, that was. beacon—she can at least say this town is a walk in the park compared to that.

davina continues to drop the stones on the ground as they proceed through the forest, away from the rustling noise and the animalistic screams from behind them. ] They're cloaked with magic. [ like he understands what that means. ] They won't see it, I mean. [ see? easier to explain and understand. ] It'll let me know if they're following us.

[ which hopefully would give them time, even for a few seconds, to prepare and not get mauled again. ]