Chapter <b>712 </b>
The ground was littered with unconscious bodies, and dozens of shlights were scattered in disarray. Ironically, their misced beams illuminated a smaller of <b>the </b>otherwise dark and errie ind
As Feliciay unconscious, the owner of the white leather shoes crouched beside her..
The woman reached out, gently stroking Felicia’s face before letting out a hoarse, grating voice, “What a beautiful face. I used to have one just like it. Unfortunately…”
After saying that, her gaze suddenly snapped toward Maurice. It was filled with hatred and fury. “It’s all because of you! It’s all your fault, you monster!”
After muttering to herself, she abruptly reached out, wrapping one hand tightly around Felicia’s throat while the other reached for Maurice. However, before she could touch him, Marice’s hand shot out and caught her <b>wrist </b>in a vice–like grip
“He’s still awake?” the woman thought in a pank
She gasped in shock, Instinctively, she tried to shield her face, but her right <b>hand </b>was restrained by Maurice, and she couldn’t break free. Panic surged through her<b>, </b>and in her desperation, her grip on Felicia’s throat tightened further.
Maurice was already semi–unconscious, barely holding on. The bacsh from the venomous creature was too powerful, ravaging his body. His organs felt like they were being gnawed apart by millions of tiny insects. It was <b>a </b>searing agony unlike anything else.
Under such circumstances, his breathing was shallow, which caused him to be the least affected by the poisonous fog. Therefore, his instincts kicked in when he sensed someone approaching sending him into a defensive mode
However, when he saw the woman strangling Felicia, his expression turned <b>vicious</b>. With thest of his strength, he twisted the woman’s wrist with brutal force. With a sharp, sickening crack, the woman let out a piercing scream and immediately released Felicia She stumbled backward while cradling her now–broken wrist Maurice crawled forward, dragging himself to Felicia’s side. He pulled her into his protective embrace.
That was all he had left in him. His breathing grew ragged as his body trembled violently. He managed to look at Felicia onest time before his eyes drifted shur The woman, still wailing from the pain of her wrist, clutched her arm with <b>a </b>twisted, furious expression. Her already dish gured face contorted even further in hatred. “Ellill you both! I’ll kill you!” she shrieked<b>, </b>grinding her teeth in rage
Still on her knees, she grabbed arge rock and raised it high, ready to smash it down on them<b>. </b>Just then<b>, </b>voices and hurried footsteps sounded nearby.
Her expression immediately changed into one of tear<b>, </b><b>and </b>like a frightened animal, she dropped the rock and bolted into the forest, vanishing without a trace.
When Felicia finally woke <b>up</b>, sunlight was streaming through the window, and she was lying on a narrow wooden bed. As <b>she </b>turned her head, the old frame creaked with every slight movement.
“Where am I?” she wondered.
Thest thing she remembered came rushing back in <b>a </b><b>chaotic </b>blur. Her mind snapped into tell awareness<b>, </b><b>and </b>she immediately shot up from the bed.
Her clothes were intact, and her dagger <b>was </b>still beside her. She grabbed it and scanned the room cautiously. The space was small and humble, the furnishings simple but meticulously clean
It looked like a farmer’s home.
With the dagger in hand, Felicia quietly stepped out.
The wooden door creaked <b>as </b>it opened<b>, </b>and she was met with a surprising sight.
Sunlight filled a small yard, forming <b>a </b>warm and <b>golden </b>scene. Around the <b>yard</b>, bright wedding decorations were stered everywhere.
“Oh, you’re awake.” As the door swung open, an elderly woman sitting on a stone stool looked up from the intricate paper cuttings she had been crafting
“You’ve been unconscious for a whole day. You must be hungry<b>. </b><b>I </b>saved some croissants <b>and </b>pumpkin soup for you. Let me bring them over,” she offered.
Before Felicia could even respond, the old woman had <b>already </b>shuffled off to <b>the </b><b>kitchen</b>, returning momentster with a straming bowl of pumpkin soup and two freshly baked croissants