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Chapter Fifty-Three.

Sorah’s POV.

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“We’re sinking in!”

My word! The entire floor is converting into muddy sludge, and it’s gradually moving in a malleable manner to immerse us all. At this rate, I might not be able to help Dyrean.

“Sorah! Olav! It’s a quicksand, refrain from struggling or you’ll sink in faster!”

“Dammit,” Olav curses under his breath after hearing what Father just hollered over. “Is there no way to get out of this?” He begins to look around, the malleable floor sinking his feet.

I and Dyrean are not in favorable conditions. While he’s confined to sit on the floor with the sludge consuming his legs and nipping at his hips, I’m on my knees, and right now, my legs are in with my thighs gradually plunging.

“Stella, stop struggling! You’ll sink!” I hear Yasha holler and turn around to see Stella furiously moving her body and gnashing her teeth. She refuses to listen and continues to move her body and the consequences come immediately.

“Ah!” She yelps when the sludge suddenly ri
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