SWNOVELS Chapter Inhert 231
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Seraphina stood there, trembling, a sudden chill running down her spine.
The branches, soaked in fish oil, caught fire. The flames were growing taller and burning closer to the circle around her. The space was shrinking, and the smoke was thickening, making it harder to breathe. Her coughs were relentless. The acrid smoke was forcing its way into her lungs. Were they trying to burn her alive?
As the reality of the situation dawned on her, a wave of terror washed over Seraphina, but alongside it came an overwhelming anger.
Outside the ring of fire, the wild savages were singing and dancing with excitement, as if they were performing some kind of sacrificial ritual. Seraphina had consumed their offerings, which meant she accepted the ritual in their eyes.
She couldn't just sit and wait for her death. She had to escape.
In the darkness, besides the thick smoke, the devilish sounds and movements of her captors made it impossible to see anything clearly.
Just as the flames drew less than five feet around her, a sudden flash of lightning split the gloomy night sky, followed by rolling thunder.
The savages exchanged bewildered glances. Some were reluctantly glaring at Seraphina, who stood in the center of the fire.
In the next instant, a torrential downpour began. The cold rain poured down, sending everyone scrambling for cover. Seraphina was left forgotten.
The heavy rain extinguished the flames meant to consume her.
Amid the chaos and rising smoke, Seraphina seized the opportunity to escape. Before she could move, a savage stormed out through the smoke, grabbed her hand roughly, and started running.
Her struggles were futile; she was helplessly dragged along.
Once they broke through the smoke, Seraphina instinctively looked down and saw that the savage was wearing shoes. It was that fake wild man!
Realizing this, a wave of relief washed over her.
The rain poured down from the sky, and the night was as dark and cold as a deep abyss.
The sound of the rain beating against the leaves was loud. When it mingled with the roar of the sea and the howling wind, it created an eerie and despairing symphony.
The cold was seeping into Seraphina's bones, causing her to shiver.
As soon as she paused to catch her breath, the sound of countless footsteps grew closer. It sounded clear and sinister in the darkness.
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The cold rain lashed against her face, whipping her in pain.
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Within minutes, her heart felt like it would burst from her chest. Her legs started to give up. The dim surroundings, coupled with the rain, made it impossible to see anything. Branches and leaves were scattered" o.
stumbling and nearly falling.
the ground; she had no choice but to push through, often
The savages chased them relentlessly from behind. They even threw branches at them. They hit Seraphina
in the back several times, but she gritted her teeth and continued running.
The thorns and branches had scratched and bled her hands, but the pain had numbed her senses.
The fake savage in front of her moved quickly and nimbly. His athletic prowess is evident.
Seraphina couldn't afford to lag behind. She had to push herself to the limit.
The sound of the pursuers grew closer-she would die when they caught up with her.
Suddenly, she tripped over a thick tree trunk and fell hard to the ground. Her elbow was throbbing with pain as she let out a cry.
The fake savage glanced back from the front. Seraphina gritted her teeth, getting back on her feet.
"I'm fine; keep running."
Suddenly, just as she stepped over the tree trunk, her foot slipped, and she plunged downward.
Desperately, she grabbed at anything she could, her hand catching hold of a branch that bit into her skin.
Her entire weight hung on that branch. The thorns dug into her hand, drawing blood.
She could feel her body trembling, and she was well aware that she had reached her limit.
footsteps echoed behind her like the harbingers of death-cold and terrifying.
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Despair had never felt so overwhelming, the cold seeping into every pore.
When all hope seemed lost, the fake wild man, who should have been far ahead, reappeared.
He reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her from the trap.
Seraphina had narrowly escaped death.
Before she could catch her breath, she instinctively looked back at the trap, noticing the sharp, jagged branches that lined the pit below.
In that moment, her blood ran cold.
It was a trap set by the savages.
If she hadn't grabbed that branch, she would have fallen, and that would be the end of her. Everything would have ended here, lost in the cold, relentless rain of the night.
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