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It was pungent and made my eyes water. We managed to get the bodies to the end of the cavernous cliff edge before us. Looking over the edge into a pit if darkness. “What do we do now sir?” Hélène ask, her voice shaking with nerves as her eyes darted about the dark cave. “We throw them over, but be careful not to get too close. The fire will not be fussy with who it claims.” I warn. We push the first and biggest bulk towards the edge, the large henchman began roll awkwardly, as his body edged closer to the cliff edge, the fire left into life from the pit. The flames dancing dangerously as it licked over the floor before us, looking for its victim to claim.

Thankfully, Eleand managed to touch his father’s legs, and he disappeared along with them. Ekeziel couldn’t talk when they materialized at a place full of trees. He knelt and vomited. Eleand wanted to comfort him, but the Shadow doubled itself, and it made Erone and the old man hostage. Eleand noticed that the forest around looked familiar. For a moment, he thought they might be in Erganiv, but the treehouse near them made him realize they were on their private farm in Caramoan. It only meant that these Shadows were strong since they could use the transportation magic at a long distance.

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Let's bring her back ' Raphael told the dark man. Slowly the Darkman jumped from one branch to the other. These trees are under the control of the dark forest. So they can just trip him at any point like they did a hundred times by now. It was hard enough to find the location where the forest hid Valerie. And on top of that, he kept falling, and the forest is injuring him often to stop him. If that's not enough, his energy is being slowly drained by the forest. His body is becoming weak as time passes by.

**CHAPTER 2** It was never wrong when they said there's no place like home. Natasha finally returned home,and arising from her bed feeling so jiggy in the wee hours of the morning. Her bedroom was quite an extravagant space designed to reflect her luxurious lifestyle and personal tastes. The color scheme leans towards girly and elegant tones. The walls is adorned with textured wallpaper, featuring delicate patterns and floral motifs, adding a touch of sophistication.

"There are no accidental Meetings in between the SOULS" DUA-ARIN .. .. One week later of DUA's death:- In one of the basements of Kashyap, The Beast was planning something scarier in his mind. Arin turned to a man named Hubir of the security team given by his younger brother Ariv and then he spoke softly, "Give me the mixture of Honey, Milk, and flour" Hubir was scared by Arin's black empty eyes.

Isilme whispered and dashed upon them with excitement, at last, they had reunited. “In a small world,” Charlotte whispered in realization. After they talked and tells stories for a while, Ithildin stood up and announced that he is taking the lead to the Tree Valley, just next to this mountain. The forest's trees were a sickly brown color. Poison grains encrusted the bark and glistened like witch dust. Trolls prowled the suffocating coppices, drooling over their victim and spreading the blood over their hulking faces. The suffocating air and suffocating atmosphere were ideal for individuals who worshipped darkness rather than light. Tarantulas grasped their snare strings in the dim light. The

she chirped, bouncing up and down a little in excitement. “Hey, Sar. What’s up with you? You haven’t been sniffing those herbs again have you?” I teased. This was a running joke, Sarah had bought some ‘herbs’ from a friend of hers and lit them in her room to cleanse her aura or something. It had ended up being weed and she got high, running down her street half n**ed whist calling everyone on her cell to come and see the parade. She never lived it down.

------------------------------ 2 Weeks later: Bountiful Harvest Kingdom ------------------------------ In the deep of the night within the dark forest, the sound of many night predators and the cricket-like bugs resound. At the thickest part of the woods, there's an unmarked burial site for the people with an insignificant background like beggars or commoners that don't have enough strength to protect themselves from the cultivator or a strong and influential people. There are silhouettes of two people carrying a sack large enough to contain the body of a teenage girl. They bring this sack to the burial ground but just before they enter into the burial ground one of the men dressed in black

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.