Isabella's scream caught somewhere between her throat and lungs, trapped like a frightened bird. For a heartbeat, her mind went blank—her body refusing to believe what her eyes were seeing.
Then—something moved.
From behind a charred wing, a small blur darted forward.
"Glimora!"
The little creature leapt right into her arms, trembling like a leaf. Isabella almost burst into tears of relief as she clutched her close. "Oh my god, you scared the life out of me!" She pressed her forehead against Glimora's soft head, breathing hard. "What did I say about running off? Do I look like one of those cool main characters who can fight off ten monsters at once? I am not!"
Glimora made a soft chirp, burying her face against Isabella's chest in what felt like an apology—but Isabella wasn't buying it. "No, no, don't act cute now! You made me age ten years in two minutes!"
Bubu's voice cut through the clearing, calm and clinical. "Area has been scanned successfully. No threats found."
