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Her rapidly beating heart and the way she scrunched her eyelids close gave her away. Zephyr didn't want to tell Chris about it and the man didn't seem to notice because he was busy checking on his patients. Zephyr smiled softly and shook his head before calling out to her again, this time he sounded angry. "This is your last chance. Open your eyes, else I'll throw you into a burning furnace." He threatened. Bellona let out a sigh and finally opened her eyes. His last words broke her resolve. Even though she wasn't scared of death but she vowed that if she was to die, she'd do it beautifully and getting burnt to ashes was definitely not a pleasant sight.

“Pera… look at me. Only me.” Darius laughed. “Touch her. But don’t fuck her yet. I want Vale to see how wet she gets for the wrong hands.” The guard’s fingers slid through her folds, circling her clit. Pera bit her lip hard, fighting the unwanted sparks. But her hips jerked involuntarily. Marcus strained against his chains, veins bulging. “I’ll kill every one of you.”

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

But he pressed on, his heart pounding with an urgency that drowned out their threats. With each step, the guardians unleashed their fury. Their flaming spears pierced the air, striking him with relentless force. The searing burn coursed through him, igniting every nerve, a torturous reminder of his fragility. Yet, through the haze of pain, he felt the flicker of hope—a desperate need to see the Goddess, the one who held the power to heal his fractured soul. “You are nothing but a wraith, a shadow of what once was, just like your half, turn away and return to your body!” they shouted, their voices echoing in his mind, taunting him.

The tears that I have been fighting to hold back, now freely fell from my eyes. Still lying on the ground, I looked up and saw vultures circling above me. If that wasn’t a sign that I was nearing death, I didn’t know what was. Although I couldn’t move, I refused to allow myself to fall asleep again. I had to believe that Cyran would find me and that he hadn’t given up.

I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you." She told me she hoped I could move on from this and live a good life. Her warm hand stroked my hair as she said those words, just like I had once imagined when I was younger. But I might never be able to move on. This was what I owed her. Not long after, Brandon—whom I had tricked—found his way here. He grabbed me by the throat and demanded, "Where's Daniella? Where did you take my Daniella?" I told him Daniella was dead.

The entire gallery was engulfed in flames before I could react. "No! No, please!" I uttered in desperation. My life's work was burning to ashes because of Skyler's actions. Panicked, I rushed forward and tried to extinguish the burning paintings. However, a shard of glass flew through the air. I felt an intense, searing pain as it sliced into my eye. My vision immediately went dark. I could hear the frantic shouts of the gallery staff coming from outside the entrance. Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!"