The journey back to the cabin was… an ordeal.
Not the worst ordeal Elysia had ever faced—she had fought in wars, survived assassination attempts, been kidnapped by rebels—but it was certainly something.
The moment Malvoria admitted they were lost, their descent became an exercise in patience.
And by patience, she meant an endless, barely-contained frustration disguised as snide remarks and passive-aggressive comments.
It had started with Malvoria stubbornly insisting they weren't that lost.
"Oh, temporarily misplaced, right?" Elysia had scoffed, crossing her arms as they paused near a ridge to get their bearings. "Like when a noble loses a jewel and insists it's just misplaced while their entire household turns upside down looking for it?"
Malvoria had exhaled through her nose. "We're getting back just fine."
"Sure. Just fine," Elysia had muttered under her breath. "Can't believe the great and powerful Demon Queen is actually bad at directions."
