Chapter 475

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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 stone, trying to find the magical opening.

She had to calm down.

She blamed it on her frantic state.

She was losing control.

inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to be set

bitch! she roared, locking her spirit down with

now, weakening herself just to keep Electra at

forgotten she wasnt

who mattered very much to the body

a sudden, chilling sense of

down in disbelief the tip of a dagger had pierced

spilled, soaking her dress, painting it with a

his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking his face, thick black

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

kept repeating

knew full well he hadnt done it of

little trap, set for the moment

bed, where the shackles had come

let her

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