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.

more deranged than ever, screaming to

you crazy bitch! she roared, locking her spirit down with everything

right now, weakening herself just to keep Electra

she wasnt alone in the roomsomeone else

much to the body she

everything in their path, a sudden, chilling

looked down in disbelief the tip of a

her dress, painting it with a deep

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

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

repeating in a

knew full well he hadnt done

for the

at the bed, where the shackles had come

moment she let her guard down, he had followed the command planted deep

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