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.

thrashed inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to

locking

couldnt afford to divide her power right now, weakening herself just to

wasnt alone in the roomsomeone

who mattered very much to the body she

sudden, chilling sense of imminent danger made

she looked down in disbelief the tip of a dagger had

dress, painting it with

to see the elemental trembling in front of her naked, his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking his face, thick black veins bulging around his

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

kept repeating in

knew full well he hadnt done

little trap, set for the moment she would lie with

the bed, where the shackles had

let her guard down, he had followed the command planted

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