Sage easily escaped from the Imperial Palace, not even needing to slip on her disguise to do so. There were so many nooks and shadowed areas scattered through the palace that she took it as a challenge to her skills, one that she passed with flying colours.
The Hot Summer had officially started, rumours of tsunamis out by the Molten Sea, behemoth tornadoes ripping across the plains, and boiling rains falling during the daytime. It would be suicide to attempt to leave the planet now, and her latest targets would know this to. This gave her time. Time to plan, time to wait. Time to think.
She climbed into the mountains surrounding the palace, and worked her way through what looked from the base of the mountain to be impassible terrain, but was in fact a narrow series of switchbacks hidden from sight.
Sage went to work on the boards, breaking them open one plank at a time, the sensation as each plank of wood split and then shattered was satisfying to her. She envisioned them to be her victims bones, breaking one by one.
She was in a foul mood now. She remembered her fight with the Helsian girl, and how she had turned to dust and materialized in front of her, striking her a fatal blow that was impossible to block. How did she do it? Was it something that could be replicated? It was a powerful tool, one that Sage wanted.
She recalled the first time she had used it after it had been installed. The rush of information assaulting her brain was painful at first, a feeling of nausea followed next before she finally passed out. Now when that information streamed through her mind and projected itself through her eye, she didn’t even blink.
Sage took to the X.I.N. Database, to look for pieces of information that could help in her current mission. She saw that in a few weeks there would be a ‘Calm’, it was a pre-cursor to an incredibly violent storm, but it was so calm that space travel during this narrow window was possible.