Her body was drenched in sweat once her soul reunited with it. The damned chains were doing their designated jobs pretty well.
Samira sighed. At least she had passed her message across. Although she was making a bet on her life, she couldn't sit back and let the innocents die.
She had seen the vision. The countless dead bodies piled one over the other. The land was wet with blood. Up above the clouds had turned blood red as well.
Standing beside her watching the scene was Lahan. He didn't care much about their deaths and she couldn't blame him. Amidst those trying to salvage the situation was the elder prince, Malik.
Lahan's gaze had shown a sign of care and worry as it fell on his brother. When she opened her eyes, she immediately understood.
Something was about to happen. She hardly got the chance to think before the door to her chamber was knocked down. One minute, she was in her room, the next, she was being dragged to the dungeon.
