Chapter 1189: Waterfall

Zariah Vance kept to the front of the line. Before long, her figure vanished into the rolling mist. As the fog thickened around her, she could only make out a dozen yards ahead. It did not slow her down. For an ordinary person, this cliffside path would have turned their legs to jelly, fear pinning them in place. For her, it barely counted as a hazard. She moved along the narrow trail with steady footing, not quite as if on flat ground, but close enough. She pressed forward at a brisk pace, her...