Grassland Glide

The deal was sealed.

Harper picked up one of the scrolls and carefully entered a command.

"Search target: Dead wood, dense tree hollows, dry environment."

The ink on the parchment swirled intensely—clearly, the target wasn't nearby. A small portion of her mana bar drained away almost instantly.

After a few moments, a faint arrow materialized, pointing steadily to the northwest.

"Estimated distance