With a deft flick of my finger, the rune, imbued with an almost ethereal grace, affixed itself steadfastly to the sole of her shoe.
In the very next heartbeat, the woman, whose tears had painted trails down her cheeks, paused as if she caught the whisper of a change.
She ascended. Heedless of the tears streaking her face, she dashed down the mountainside.
Once the staff caught on to the unfolding drama, they trailed behind despite their bewilderment at the unfolding events.
Driven by the need to swell my ranks of followers, I lifted my phone, capturing each of her frenzied steps as I followed in her wake.
The entire episode was live-streamed to my fans.
I pursued her relentlessly to the mountain's heart.
The woman beelined for a nearby public restroom.
She stopped before a closed door.
Then, she went wild.
Using her slight frame, she rammed it again and again.
She called out with a voice laced with anxiety, "Baby! Baby!"
Realizing the urgency, the staff behind her kicked open the long-resistant door.
The moment it swung ajar, everyone froze in shock!
There sat a middle-aged woman with a menacing glare on the toilet.
She stared at the door in panic.
Her strong arms clutched a girl dressed as a boy.