They were in the middle of, essentially, a wasteland; there were no buildings whatsoever in sight, the first sign of human presence being a highway a few kilometers away. "That explains why there hasn't been a mass panic yet..." Cécile whispered between herself. Turning around, she saw a steep, rocky hill not too far away from the building - and the Queen of Wands slowly climbing down, inexorably creeping towards them like an oncoming tornado.
"This certainly won't be a leisurely walk..." she sighed, looking at her feet. This was, at best, a generous understatement; as powerful as Temperance and Strength were, it was still a nigh-impossible task to accomplish for just two Maidens. What's more, Cécile wasn't exactly in top form - she had been knocked out three times in one day, way more than what a relatively frail girl like her could endure without consequences, and her (technically self-inflicted) wounds had not fully healed yet, despite her enhanced Maiden physique. Despite