After a night of rest, Anko felt pretty good.
Things were much less stressful after Malz apologized, and they both found themselves thanking Ferro for keeping them together. The next morning, they resumed their walk toward the southeast, marching through the freshly packed snow while Ferro produced a consistent stream of heat in front of them to make walking easy without setting everything on fire.
In truth, Anko had been terrified of winding up alone. She'd already spent most of her life alone on the streets of Norneau, even now, and even if she was just a half-demon, she looked enough like a full demon to draw the ire of anyone that didn't like demons...
Although being able to cast spells with the suit-thing Kiryu had given her was going a long way to helping her confidence that she could take care of herself-
A thin, precise bolt of magic suddenly lanced outward, disrupting her thoughts as, nearby, a rabbit made its death cry.
