#Chapter163

Flames of hope

Eliana Tessa Castellanos

The clicking of metallic chain wakes me up from my unconscious state. I was sitting in my own puddle of blood, still fresh and oozing out continuously like a small stream.

How long had I blacked out? Was it morning yet? Is that why they returned?

I try to move my body, but I couldn’t even feel it. I was alive but dead. Nonetheless, I somehow felt the small flame in my heart lighting up. It was igniting the flames of hope again.

Right then I knew that the effect of the herb was starting to wear off, but I was still weak....