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"A city of secrets. A city of glass and obsidian. And I’m just another secret buried under the rubble of my own life." The heavy silence of the room was suddenly shattered. Sara, her roommate and only true friend in this concrete jungle, looked up from the glowing screen of her outdated smartphone. Her eyes, usually tired from her long shifts at the local grocery store, were wide with a frantic sort of excitement. "Zara! Zara, look at this! Put down the gloom for one second and look!" Zara moved toward her slowly, her limbs feeling like they were made of lead. "What is it, Sara? Unless it's a miracle from the heavens, I don't think I have the energy to even read a text message."

Saraid sat in the grass, staring out at the expanse of green fields that surrounded her home. Coffee in one hand and pen to paper in the other. Siphoning the spell James put on Liam had proven to be ineffective so she was practicing with spell writing. She refused to give up until she had tried absolutely everything possible. “Deep in thought?” a familiar voice startled her. She jumped and turned to be greeted by those piercing gray eyes that mirrored her own, “Huh? Oh, I’m just working on spells. I won’t give up on getting your memory back until I have exhausted every option.”

I instructed weakly, "then send for Mari. She cured Sara of a similar infection years ago. She has the touch for this." The room—my private sanctuary—felt far too small when the door suddenly flew open without so much as a polite knock. Sara stormed in, her eyes burning like blue fire. She caught Yara just as the healer was pulling on her clinical coat. Sara stopped short, her gaze darting between my bandaged chest and the woman at my bedside. A flicker of recognition crossed her features, and her face became uncharacteristically thoughtful. "I’ve seen you," Sara said, her voice dropping an octave, thick with suspicion. "I’ve seen those eyes before. In the Zone."

Closing her eyes, Sara sighed out as she tried her hardest to push all emotions at the back of her mind. She didn't want to think about what happened last night. She didn't want to think about what happened years ago. To do this, she needed to fall asleep. She wanted to escape from reality, even if it was for just a while. Even a moment was fine if she got the chance to completely forget everything. Thinking about all of this, Sara didn't know when the pain in her body intensified and she slipped out of consciousness. **********

“That’s great. If nothing else, I’ll be going now. Send my regards to her when she wakes up.” “Sure.” “Okay then, I’ll be off.” Sara said before turning around and walked towards the door. Matthew only watched as the elegant woman strode away. By normal circumstances, he would be fangirling over her, Sara Whitegate also known as the White Crane, one of the five Coloured Hunters. He wanted to meet all the Coloured Hunters someday. At that moment, he remembered something crucial. “Wait, Sara!” The door was already opened by the maids and Sara was just about to step through. She turned around and looked at Matthew with a questioning gaze.

LOST The only word booming in her brain. Her feet reluctant to grasp reality. Dress fists into her palm. Deep, dreadful howl of wind swirls around her. A brush of crude blanket, literally, dry straws at her knees, swaying to the sides. Sarah is stranded in the middle of a field. Nothing else but malty brown spread across the horizon. No trees, no houses or huts, no animals, no birds, not even a tiny little insect. Just a vacant grass field with the blaring sun to accompany her.

Sara A cloud of dust snaked around the air as she grabbed another box and began going through the contents, finding nothing but old drawings of dead bodies, spells and old photographs of Madeline's victims. She scoffed as she dragged that box behind her and grabbed another one, shifting through mouldy journals. Sara couldn't even fathom a time where Madeline was at least a decent person; she could only picture her crazed smile and manic laughter. And the bodies. Flashes of what Sara witnessed in that cursed castle seemed to play in a loop inside her head like a horror movie, and she couldn't stop it, she couldn't even pause it. She could only hope that her focus can at least dull the memorie

“I just want to say-” “No. You’re not dying. And neither am I. I perfected the spell this morning. I could kill them well before they arrive. And that’s what I plan on doing. As soon as they fill the field, kill them all off. I will repeat that until it’s over.” she looked deep into his eyes, begging him to let her try. “June, that spell is very powerful and it uses up a lot of energy-” “I have plenty of energy. I can do this, or at the very least take out as many as I can. I can help.”

“Then give them the question, not the answer.” Sariah nodded, stepping forward, her boots touching the dry-packed earth. The moment she entered the boundary of the field, heads turned. Some stood taller. Others lowered their gazes. Children looked at her as if she were a myth, half-wrought. She didn’t raise her hand, didn’t gesture. She simply walked to the center of the open space and turned to face them. “I won’t speak long,” she said, and her voice carried further than she thought it would. “Because too many words have already tried to define what cannot be.”

Chapter 160 Clap! Clap! Clap! Elara entered the venue as she clapped hard. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and seeing her enemy’s defeated expression, a thrilling feeling coursed through her body. When Sara saw her, she thought that she was seeing a ghost. She pointed at her, but she could not utter a single word, “You… you…” Elara moved closer and pointed at herself, “Me? Me what?” “You…” Sara’s eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out of their own sockets.