บททั้งหมดของ VEDRAH: Survival of the Damn: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 3

"Please, spare my life! I beg you!"The man’s voice trembled as he fought against the chains binding him to the chair. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with tears. His heart pounded hard in his chest, but the chair didn't move and the chains only tightened."Shut it, you worthless piece of trash!"Natzy’s voice echoed through the cold basement, sharp and dripping with hatred.The basement was dark, and the only light inside came from a torch burning in the corner. Its flames flickered across the walls, stretching her shadow in every direction. And beneath the fire, a blade glowed faintly."I don't want to die," the man whispered, his voice cracking. "Please..."Natzy stepped closer, her boots made a low, heavy sound on the concrete floor. She wore worn-out jeans and a dark hooded cloak that hid most of her face."Do I look like someone who would grant you mercy?" she asked quietly.His fear twisted into sudden anger. "Who are you? Why should I beg you? You’re just a woman!"Natzy didn'

Silence stretched across the desert. Then everything stopped.The glowing symbols faded. The ground went still, and they were all freed from the circle, standing on their feet now. Only the hourglass remained, its blood-red sand still falling.Tick. Tick. Tick."Are you okay?" Zeerah asked, helping the woman in a business suit who had stumbled when the ground shook."I'm fine. Thank you," the woman said with a shaky voice."Of course." Zeerah smiled brightly despite everything.Natzy ignored them. Her mind raced as she tried to understand what was happening.Her stomach twisted, but that was the least of her worries. She hadn't eaten since morning. Just a spoonful of porridge before she'd left to hunt Marcus. She'd planned to celebrate her tenth kill tonight with a feast she'd already ordered. Then visit her mother's and brother's graves. Today was their death anniversary, which she'd never missed before.But now she was here. Trapped. And the clock was ticking.'An hourglass. Seventy