--This chapter is written in Mia's POV--
Following Turner's scent led me down a hill and into a small clearing.
I could smell exactly where he was hidden, but the moment I jumped him, I got stuck in a thin layer of faint green water that glued to my feet and arms.
It felt too sticky and rubber-like for simple [Water Magic], yet I couldn't feel much mana emanating from the wall.
The more I struggled against the green layer, the harder it became.
With no better choice left, I retreated away from it, only to find that the wall now surrounded me.
Turner: "Would you look what I caught? It's not often we see a beastwoman capable of beastifying that much."
He appeared from behind one of the trees ahead of me.
Using his index finger, he drew a circle on the green water, cutting it like plastic.
Turner: "It doesn't matter the tribe. Your kind always rushes ahead... So dumb."
