SWNOVELS Chapter 2477
As the senior man meticulously prepared his tools, he said to Nicole with solemn urgency, “Regardless of whether you rescue your friend, you must leave this place before dawn, understood?”
Puzzled by his directive, Nicole regarded him with confusion, prompting the senior man to clarify the gravity of the situation.
“Did you notice the pile of red berries near the snakes when you entered? It signifies a ritual tonight.
Come dawn, all witches and serpents will disperse.
If you’re caught, escape will be futile.
Do you understand?”
Nicole’s confusion deepened at the revelation of the impending ritual.
Emerie had spoken of using her for such a ceremony.
With her free from captivity, who would become their sacrificial pawn?
Recognizing Nicole’s lingering bewilderment, the senior man reiterated his instruction with firm insistence.
“Remember, leave before dawn, understood?”
To reassure him, Nicole offered a nod of affirmation.
Only after that did the senior man leave.
As darkness enveloped the valley and the senior man failed to return, Nicole resolved to take action alone.
Retracing her previous steps, Nicole followed the familiar path leading to the ritual site.
A sense of unease gnawed at her.
Arriving at the ritual site, Nicole was met with a surreal sight.
Hundreds of witch clans congregated, dr@ped in voluminous black cloaks adorned with crimson trim.
Their obscured visages, concealed beneath hooded robes, rendered them enigmatic and inscrutable.
In reverent silence, the assembly knelt before the figure at the forefront.
The chief was resplendent in a vibrant scarlet robe embellished with gilded accents.
Amidst the swirling tendrils of rising smoke, the chief exuded an aura of regality and inviolable authority.
Unfamiliar chants, uttered in a language foreign to Nicole’s ears, resonated hauntingly throughout the valley.
From Nicole’s current vantage point, clarity eluded her.
Determined to unravel the mysteries shrouded within the ritual, Nicole resolved to find a way to approach closer, navigating the shadows with silent determination.
As Nicole heard Emerie’s unmistakable voice, indicating Emerie’s proximity to the front row, a surge of determination pulsed through Nicole’s veins.
If Emerie was present, Roscoe couldn’t be far.
Observing the witches rise and move toward the fire in preparation for the impending ritual, Nicole swiftly formulated a plan of action.
With unwavering resolve, Nicole drew her knife and pressed it against the throat of the last witch in line, her voice a low, menacing whisper.
“Not a sound, or your life is forfeit.
”
The targeted witch, clearly a subordinate member, froze in terror at the sudden threat, recognizing the grave danger she faced.
It was evident this witch lacked Emerie’s authority.
Nicole wasted no time, delivering a swift blow to this witch’s neck, rendering the latter unconscious.
Seizing the opportunity afforded by the distraction, she dragged the unconscious witch to a secluded alcove, appropriating the witch’s cloak to conceal her identity.