Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Unlike Alec and the others, who seemed carefree, there was a visible strain on Jarrod’s face.

Despite Alec’s plea, Jarrod’s resolve remained unyielding.

“No rest.

We press on.

”

Their gathered intel suggested Nicole wasn’t in immediate peril, but the fact that she had abandoned her bracelet hinted at potential trouble.

While the mountain dwellers might not recognize the bracelet’s true worth, its value as gold wasn’t lost on them.

Jarrod couldn’t shake the nagging unease this realization brought, rendering rest an impossibility.

Recognizing Jarrod’s unwavering determination, Alec swiftly consumed two pieces of jerky, washed down with a gulp of water, before falling back into step behind Jarrod.

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With their robust physicality and the keen tracking abilities of their canine companions, they continued their brisk pursuit.

Meanwhile, after a strenuous journey, Nicole and the senior man finally arrived at the base of Witch Valley.

Nicole gazed up at the imposing peak, its silhouette standing out among the surrounding peaks.

Witch Valley possessed a distinctive shape, resembling a mystical creature poised to ascend to the heavens.

However, the mountain’s picturesque appearance belied the malevolent activities that lay concealed within its depths.

Sensing Nicole’s apprehension, the senior man came to a halt, choosing not to venture any further for now.

Finding a sturdy tree root to perch upon, he retrieved his pipe, lighting it with deliberate care before taking a leisurely drag.

Nicole’s anxiety mounted as she pondered Roscoe’s fate, uncertain of the dangers he might face if he had indeed been captured.

Eager to press onward, she moved to continue, only to be halted by the senior man, who gently blocked her path.

“Patience, my dear,” the senior man said slowly.

“Let me finish this smoke, and then we shall proceed together.

”

Nicole, though gripped by anxiety, found solace in the senior man’s composed demeanor, compelling her to exercise patience.

As the senior man savored his pipe, his tranquil demeanor remained unshaken, his gaze fixed upon the secret location of the hidden witch clan within the valley.

At last, he extinguished his pipe, rising to his feet with deliberate slowness and brushing off his attire.

“Let’s proceed,” he announced calmly.

Nicole and the senior man ventured into the valley, their familiarity with the terrain lessening the sense of unfamiliarity.

Nicole, armed with the sulfur powder provided by the senior man for snake deterrence, navigated the winding paths with cautious determination.

As they entered the valley, the ground stirred with the presence of slithering serpents.

Though the sight might have unnerved her before, Nicole remained composed, addressing the situation with practiced calmness.

She judiciously dispersed small amounts of sulfur powder, ensuring the serpents were deterred without intruding upon their habitat excessively, reserving the remainder for potential emergencies.

As twilight descended, Nicole awaited the cover of darkness to proceed further into the valley.

Concealing herself, she watched silently as the senior man rose to his feet, addressing her with a solemn directive, “Remain here.

There’s a matter I must attend to.

”

“Alright.

” Though Nicole remained unaware of the senior man’s precise intentions, she understood his profound disdain for the witches and his unwavering resolve to eradicate their presence.

Whatever actions the senior man undertook, Nicole resolved not to pry too deeply, trusting in his judgment implicitly.