Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 109

“He's dead...” Calista murmured to herself, her tone hollow as she continued to bite him, only letting go after a lingering moment had passed.

She then methodically sat upright and, with a disconcerting serenity, checked his pulse. There was no doubt about it—he was undoubtedly dead.

As she sat there, her body slackened, every muscle and limb throbbing with intense pain. It was only now that the stark realization that she had indeed taken a life firmly implanted itself in her mind.

Just moments before, she had been propelled by a singular, driving thought—she must not die.

Thus, every action she had taken was to stave off her own demise. But now, with those who had been pursuing her lying lifeless, the vivid memories of how she had dispatched each of them flooded back to her.

She had crushed the first man's skull, broken the second man's neck, shot the third, and bitten the fourth to death.

Throughout it all, she exhibited not a hint of fear, no terror, nor any tremors of guilt.

Suddenly, Calista found herself laughing quietly, her hands covering her face. It was evident she was laughing, yet her expression could just as easily have been mistaken for one of wailing, albeit without shedding a single tear.

Have I transformed into a demon following my own tragic experiences? I've ended the lives of four individuals with such chilling precision! And even now, after their demise, I feel nothing... It's a numbness that terrifies me.

A deep sadness and an overwhelming fatigue washed over her. The distant echoes of gunfire were just that—distant. Surrounded by the burning jungle, she felt as though she had reverted to being the forsaken one, forever hiding and fleeing, living in a perpetual state of fear.

I really want to sleep... No, wait! I still have the password!

Energy all but drained from her body, Calista frantically searched the dead man's body with trembling hands, but found no communication device. She staggered to her feet, but as she did, a wave of dizziness from the medication struck her, pushing her to her physical limits.

Her legs buckled, sending her to one knee. Then, a gunshot echoed through the air.

Calista gasped in shock, whipping her head around only to see the man she had shot earlier. Someone had delivered a fatal shot to his head, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Clearly, her earlier shot had found its mark, but had not immediately killed him. Moreover, he had just attempted an ambush. Luckily, someone had intervened on her behalf. Otherwise, her fate would have been sealed...

Struggling to remain conscious, Calista managed to lift her head, curious to see her rescuer. However, as the effects of the medication surged through her veins, she collapsed. Initially, she braced for impact with the ground, but, to her surprise, she found herself caught in someone's arms.

She couldn't discern who it was, but since they were cradling her, they surely weren't there to end her life.

“Bomb... password...” her voice was barely audible as her blood-stained fingers traced numbers on the man's arm.

With this, those people wouldn't have to die; there should be enough time... Could saving lives possibly balance out the sin of taking one?

Overwhelmed, Calista was no longer capable of such reflections as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Kallum tightened his embrace around her body. The sight of someone attempting to assassinate her had made his heart stop. Almost instinctively, he had fired a shot.