12 A Long March (1/2)

Through the treetops ran a terrified wolf. He and what remained of the pack were nimbly jumping across massive distances. And while the branches at this hight were really thin, it mattered not for the creature's movements were light and graceful, even at this terrifying juncture.

His most recent hunt turned out to be disastrous.

From a very young age this individual had distinguished himself by his great speed, endurance and even cunning. The females on the pack competed to mate with him and, when the hunt was over, this alpha was always the second to eat. Only being preceded by the pack leader himself.

But now, even this great predator was running for his life, alongside the rest o the disarrayed group, while the said leader was long dead.

This wasn't battle, it was a massacre.

”Earthly brown monster. Bad prey. Bad idea.” Thought the wolf.

Crack!

A large hand grasped at one of the wolves lagging behind, crushing it relentlessly. With a ”splat” the poor creature was dead without even being able to growl.

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The rainforest was majestic and beautiful to watch. It was hard to understand just how exactly so many different organisms could call this place home. Throughout her journey, Morgana witnessed many wonders. Big spiders, small frogs, tree inhabiting wolves and even flying monkeys.

It surprised her, however, the uneventfulness of this travel.

After fighting with Saci, Morgana believed this world would be full of similar challenges.

Of course, she didn't spend three days only to pack her belongings before leaving the base.

No. Just as important was the planning. Many countermeasures were crafted so she could survive confrontations against even the strongest adversaries.

But, as vast and rich as this forest seemed, so far Morgana had not found a single opponent worth taking seriously.

In fact, her personal intervention was only required once. And even then, she only did it to make sure her property wouldn't be damaged. Most of the time, however, the golems could handle all obstacles by themselves.

The unique environment also got old very quickly and Morgana would find herself bored looking at it.

Fortunately, there were many things to occupy her mind. Even though the laboratory was destroyed, all data had been fully preserved in a series of books that Morgana wrote herself.

This was a good opportunity to analyze them and see how the evidence interacted with her hypothesis, all the while creating new ones through observation.

Another activity was the study of actual spells. Morgana had, at this point, a very good understanding of how. formulas worked in Agatha.