Chapter 67 The Mad Woman

• The wind whipped through the air, stinging Echo's face as she flew through the night, her body swaying wildly with the native's every leap and sprint. The speed was astonishing, like she was being dragged behind a galloping horse. Her screams hadn't even reached full force when a sharp pain in her neck cut them off. Darkness overcame her, and she passed out.
• Time blurred. Night gave way to dawn, and when Echo opened her eyes again, daylight had fully arrived. She found herself lying on the ground—or more accurately, on a bed of dry grass. It seemed the grass was meant to provide some form of cushioning, as she lay sprawled on top of the makeshift bedding.
• Echo quickly scanned her surroundings. No one was there—absolutely no one.