When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 63 The Test

Chapter 63 The Test

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The next instant, Jensen’s eyes flew open, his body trembling as he nearly yanked his hands back out of the basin.

“What’s this? Mr. Luke wants to give up already?”

The attendant spoke with mock solemnity, though a trace of ridicule flickered in his eyes.

Jensen froze. His forehead broke out in a sheet of cold sweat, his face draining pale.

It made no sense. It was only clear water-yet the moment his hands went in, it felt like a thousand needles stabbing into his skin, the pain spreading up both arms until even the bones felt as though they were splintering

apart.

His teeth rattled together, and he forced himself to ask through clenched jaws, “What’s in the water?”

‘Nothing more than a few special herbs,” the attendant replied casually. “They won’t kill you, and they won’t leave a mark. The point is to see if you can endure pain. Every patient who seeks Witch Doctor is already in dire straits. If you can’t withstand even this much, you’re not worth his time.”

The explanation made Jensen’s jaw tighten until it ached.

Five years ago… had Natalie endured this same ordeal?

f she had, then she’d suffered far worse than he could ever have imagined.

He was a grown man, strong and trained, and even he was on the edge of collapse. How had she borne it back hen?

in the basin rippled faintly, but the sensation was unbearable-like salt and fire poured into an open wound, a

that would mean the

body swayed as if it might

scouring through his nerves, burning into every corner of his being. It was agony beyond

emerged in his mind’s eye-soft, gentle, her quiet beauty like a

consuming. Now, with the water gone, he

“Natalie…”

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name slipped from his lips in a hoarse

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Baron’s eyes narrowed at the sound, a flash of killing intent surging so sharp it cut through the air like

up just as a man in a silver mask stepped from behind the

“Witch Doctor.”

bowed deeply and

his gaze on the figure. Danger-that was the first and

you wanted

rasping, like that of an aged man at death’s door.

Jensen-off.

carried too much

must be his real voice. But still, Jensen couldn’t shake the sense that something was

felt… familiar.

arms shaking violently in the