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KABANATA LIV
Third Person's POV
Balisang pilit na iniangat ni Everly ang punong nakadagan sa katawan ni Emris, ngunit kahit anong lakas ang ibuhos niya ay hindi niya iyon maigalaw.
Nanginginig na ang kanyang mga braso, yet she forced herself to whisper another incantation. The spell glowed beneath the fallen tree before lifting it enough for her to drag Emris away.
Kaagad niyang pinatihaya ang lalaki at hinanap ang pulso nito. Puno ng pangamba niyang minasdan ang duguang ulo ni Emris, praying that the impact had not taken his life.
She finally breathed in relief when she felt a faint, steady heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She quickly attempted to heal him, directing what little magic remained in her body toward his wounds.
Ngunit nanatili siyang walang malay. Everly stared helplessly at the burning forest, hoping someone from their tribe would find them before the flames reached their position.
"I'll be back." Matapos ang ilang minutong paghihintay na walang nagbago, tumayo siya at paika-ikang tinahak ang daan palabas ng kagubatan.
Every step felt heavier than the last, but she kept moving toward their stronghold, desperate to find help. Ngunit hindi ang tulong na inaasahan niya ang sumalubong sa kanya.
Napahinto siya.
The sight before her drained the remaining strength from her body. Their tribe was in an even worse condition than the Crescent Moon Mansion.
A horde of monsters, enemy tribesmen, and an entire battalion of pack knights had surrounded the territory, tearing through their defenses and slaughtering everyone they encountered.
Natulala si Everly.
Her feet refused to move as something unbearably heavy settled over her chest. Everywhere she looked were bodies—bloodied, broken, and lifeless.
Some were familiar faces she had once greeted during peaceful mornings. Others were children and elders whose names she remembered.
Their bodies were scattered across the ground like discarded remains.
Bawat bangkay na nakikita niya ay tila isang kutsilyong dumudurog sa kanyang puso. Naalala niya ang mga araw na tahimik silang namumuhay, ang mga simpleng tawanan, at ang mga sandaling hindi niya inakalang mawawala.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
She forced herself forward, walking through the sea of fallen bodies. Several monsters lunged toward her, but she repelled them with a single spell, refusing to let anything stop her from finding the survivors.
Sa gitna ng kaguluhan, nakita niya ang mga natitirang matatanda at neutral warlocks na desperadong lumalaban upang protektahan ang mga bata at iba pang nakaligtas.
"Everly!" Napalingon siya sa pamilyar na boses.
Mayla.
Nabuhayan ang kanyang loob nang makita ang kaibigan, kahit sugatan at pagod ito. Kaagad siyang tumakbo palapit, and Mayla wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace.
"Mayla!"
"Anong nangyayari dito?" tanong ni Everly, nanginginig ang boses habang pinipigilan ang muling pag-agos ng kanyang luha.
BINABASA MO ANG
MY CURSED MATE
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