269. WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH
NARRATOR
Sigrid was desperate. There had to be a magical portal somewhere—in these walls, the ceiling…
“Damn it!” she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.
Silas was strong, but she was still afraid. They never should have split up.
Suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.
She clutched her sternum.
Goddess, what the hell was this now?
Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by sto