Chapter 166
Chapter 166
ISIDORA
She started begging, and I looked straight into those tear-filled eyes, into that terror-twisted face.
Yes, she was young. Yes, she had a life ahead of her.
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And I hesitated… because I wasn’t cruel. Because I knew what mercy was. Because I wasn’t going to become some heartless
monster.
But I was wrong.
“You’re coming with us, and you’re going to tell us everything about that passage and that map,” I said, urgency cutting through my voice.
“Dora, we have to go. Something is running this way!” Mika shouted.
“Throw the bodies into that trap. Don’t touch the edges!”
I gave the order, looking away from the woman kneeling in front of me for just one second to point at the black trap she had made herself.
The trap that was supposed to catch the beast drawn out by blood.
Mikaela and Karla dragged the corpses over in a rush.
The thunder of those footsteps was already almost on top of us, and it only took one second for someone to stab me in the back again….
Only this time, it was literal.
A sharp sting tore through my side, and a scream burst from my mouth.
“Isidora!”
The girls shouted, and I looked at the vicious woman as she got to her feet, her eyes full of hatred, her hand stained with my blood.
I brought my hands to the dagger she had driven into my stomach.
“This will be your grave, you stupid fat bitch!” she spat before turning and running toward the exit.
The stabbing pain and blood loss were so horrible that for a moment, my vision blurred.
“Dora, hold on. We have to get out!”
Karla caught me, and I managed to steady myself.
“Come on, come on….”
I nodded and started walking, pushed forward by adrenaline and the will to live.
Ahead of us, Mikaela was running after that woman, whip in hand.
Behind us, the beast had already reached the cave, bellowing and slamming into the walls, until it suddenly went still.
I guessed it had fallen into the trap and was eating the corpses.
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The sounds of swallowing were horrible, and the scent of death floated in the air along with the smell of my blood.
But I moved all my Estingia magic to that spot, healing the wound again and again until I managed to pull the dagger out.
“Don’t even think you’re getting out of here alive!”
I lifted my head and saw Mikaela up ahead, right where the passage narrowed even further.
She snapped her whip out and wrapped it around that Estingia’s neck, sending her crashing backward.
The blonde was burning with a rage I had never seen in her before.
She dragged the choking girl back, and her Estingia power made those thorns grow sharp and vicious.
I saw her lean over the woman and tighten the whip.
I could only see Mikaela’s back, but from the choking sounds, from that traitor’s legs thrashing desperately against the floor. from the struggle still moving through her body. I knew Mikaela was strangling her.
Those thorns were no joke.
The collapse forted us to retreat almost all the way to the gallery where that beast was.
I hadn’t seen it, and I didn’t want to. I could already imagine it was huge and deadly.
From the way it devoured the corpses and chewed through the bones, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.
We were trapped in a corner, sitting against the cold wall, and I was wounded.
“What do we do? Oh Goddess, I shouldn’t have been so impulsive….”
“Sssh… keep your voice down, Mika. We can’t let that thing hear us….”
“But it will smell us sooner or later. When it finishes eating, it’ll come for us,” I told them with a bitter smile.
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I had been in the Blue Forest with Blaze, and now I understood that it had only felt like a picnic because he’d been with me.
“Sshsh.” I hissed in pain when I finally pulled the dagger from my side.
“Dora… Mika, get your medicine out. Hurry….”
The girls helped me, opening my uniform and applying one of the stronger remedies we had brought, but we knew the best medicine was our own power.
Once again. I was grateful I had fed from Blaze and knew how to move my power where I needed it.
Karla suddenly hugged us, and I felt the tremor in her arms.
“I thought… I thought I had failed you. That you’d been devoured. Someone attacked me from behind, and I lost control of my power…. I was so happy to see you, girls. If we’re going to die, let it be together….”
“No one is dying here.” I patted her back.
The truth was, she had to be in really bad shape to be this expressive.
She pulled away with her red-rimmed eyes lowered, while Mikaela was already sniffling, wiping her tear-streaked, dirt-
covered face.
“We have to get out somehow,” I said, more to convince myself than them.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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