Love Unbreakable

With that, the senior man released another arrow, which struck the chief directly in the heart.

The chief’s hand shook as she toppled forward, her torch setting her robe alight.

The chief weakly reached for a vial of life-prolonging pills tied at her waist.

Her fingers trembled as she managed to open the vial and scoop out the pills.

Just as she was about to pop them into her mouth, a flying kick sent the pills scattering across the ground!

The chief, overwhelmed with fury and desperation, wanted to curse and fight back but found herself too weak.

All she could do was send a hateful glare toward the one who had disrupted her last hope, stunned to see it was Emerie, covered in blood.

Emerie, the one the chief once fully trusted and never expected to turn against her.

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Emerie’s neck was wrapped in a makeshift bandage fashioned from a piece of cloth Nicole had torn off in urgency.

Blood continued to seep through.

Her forceful kick had worsened her bleeding.noveldrama

Now too weak to speak, Emerie had exhausted her strength.

She collapsed to her knees, communicating with the chief through gestures she knew would be understood.

“You lied to me! You lied to me! You deserve to die!”

The chief, sprawled on the ground, was shaking uncontrollably.

Struck by three arrows and engulfed in flames, her chances of survival were zero.

The horror of bleeding and burning simultaneously was unbearable.

Emerie clutched a porcelain vial and dragged herself toward Roscoe.

She forced open his mouth and poured the contents of the vial into it.

Emerie said, her voice as weak as a murmur, “Take this as my final act of kindness.

These pills will heal your neural pathways.

There might be adverse effects, but you will live on…”

The next second, Emerie’s head dropped to the ground, her body motionless.

Emerie passed away before the chief, who now writhed on the ground, her movements resembling those of a bug in flames, both hideous and pitiful.

The witches below stood stunned, their illusions shattered as they realized their chief’s deception.

Promises of everlasting youth and immortality fell to dust.

Their chief had been nothing more than a skillful liar, shrouded in mystical deceit.

The strong odor of burning flesh disturbed the parasites in the trees overhead.

The air crackled as the parasites’ shells burst open.

Countless parasites plummeted to the earth, their legs moving frantically as they sought new hosts among the human scents.

Panic ensued among the witches as they scattered in chaos.

The senior man on the tree branch looked down at the ensuing chaos.

With the chief’s demise, a deep void filled him.

He whispered, “Flee, flee, for soon this place will be nothing but ruins…”

However, his voice was drowned out by the chaos.

The senior man watched the turmoil unfold, his laughter spreading across the woods like the eerie song of a lunatic.

“My dear son, did you witness that from heaven? I have avenged you.

Rest peacefully.

In our next life, will you be my son once more…”

Meanwhile, Nicole and Roscoe remained restrained at the lotus altar, caught in their own dire predicament.

Roscoe, after swallowing the potent pills, experienced a fierce internal struggle.

Although the pills were intended to heal, they needed time to integrate.

He needed to remain still and allow the medicine to integrate deeply into his system, but the immediate crisis demanded action.

His body felt incredibly heavy, each movement a strenuous task.

Despite his efforts to free himself and rescue Nicole, his attempts were in vain.

His limbs felt like they were treading on clouds, completely devoid of strength.