Chapter 325: Brother... (1/2)

”How much longer do we have to sit and wait?!”

Anxious about her brother's current situation, Scarlet yelled out in the mostly empty and large meeting room as soon as the door was unlocked, and Sara's figure appeared in the door frame.

After getting back to the city with the last small batch of human freed-up slaves, they all rushed back to the Guild Hall. From there, Sara quickly guided them into this empty room, just in time for the big bulky amazon to suddenly fall to the ground.

She still couldn't completely understand what happened, but for the explanations, Naybeah had some sort of strange connection with the Amazon Queen. Through this method could this inhumanely strong, powerful demi-human possess the faltering blondie and save her at the critical moment.

Ever since, she wrestled against the constant pressure, the 'backlash' of this ancient ritual to remain with Naybeah and guide her back to safety before she was completely ejected.

Naybeah, although survived, was still in dire straits; the possession was not something that should have kept up for such an extended period of time. The strain the host's body and soul had to endure was tremendous, way more than what any mortal should be capable of resisting.

After she checked her, Sara explained that she was still alive, albeit barely, she was basically hanging on a thread. The big amazon was stable, for now, but to heal her they would need someone experienced with damages to the soul.

After that, Sara hurriedly left her alone saying she had to report everything that transpired and ask if there were an option to get capable help.

Before Scarlet could retort, she was left alone, and the door, the only exit was locked down, essentially trapping her inside.

The minutes passed incredibly slowly as she was left with her thoughts. At first, thoughts of Sara's betrayal appeared in her mind, which she quickly dismissed. After what they went through, Scarlet refused to believe that this purple-haired woman would turn out to be a money-hungry backstabber.

After that, she couldn't help but think about her brother who has left for the orcs' camp, and ever since then she had no information about his state other than knowing he should still be alive.

While she entrusted his safety to Aiden, she couldn't help but worry. Did they escape safely, or were they captured? Sure, Drake should still be alive, but for how much longer? Could those pigheaded brutes be still torturing him for information?

This feeling of uncertainty, her being helpless was eating her up. She desperately wanted to escape from this place and rush back. She didn't care if they would capture or kill her. Her life would be meaningless without her brother. Throughout the years of her hellish childhood, the only thing that kept the life in her and kept her pushing forward was that sliver of hope that she would one day be strong enough to break free from the chains of her enslavement and get back together with him and her other brothers.

She never thought about her dear old father, the supposed ruler of the kingdom. To her, that man died the moment he agreed to withhold that agreement and allow those bastards to take her, and her other brothers away.

The look on his face, the cold, solemn, heartless stare as he watched his two brothers and then herself being dragged away… That was the moment he died in her eyes.

Revenge? What would be the point? Would that bring back her lost years? Would that make all the horrible things that happened to her go away?