PART TWO: CHAPTER ELEVEN

Grunting loudly as the sizzling purple-coloured portal led her to the supposed meeting point, Alisha racked her head once more to remember what had happened after she and Zara were taken out of the deep pit.

When she finally came to, she was surrounded by a lot of blood, random eyeballs, some torn limbs, and creeping night sounds that summed up the disturbing state of the nearly empty place.

When Alisha ran toward the eastward end of Zenrada that was linked to the rear of Amok, she kept hoping that she had not pushed Zaramanni to her doom.

“Fuckkk…” Alisha let out a lengthy swear as she slouched, her hands on her knees, her head a mess as she started to adopt the thought that Zaramanni could indeed be in danger.

“Alisha,” Ezeman’s sultry voice called from a particular direction.

Alisha set her eyes on the fairy who flew in majestically, his tanner hands on the ends of his gemstone suit, his pointed ears showing thanks to his new hairdo.

Seconds later, Alisha was embracing him