Chapter 132: Underground Vault [8]
Alice throw the great sword towards Wampa.
More specificlly, at ground near the monster.
—BOOM!
The chamber trembled again as the Wampa lunged. His eyes, bloodshot and crazed, locked onto the sword embedded in the floor.
Valkrath.
Alice had thrown it—not at him, but at the ground.
The beast paused for the briefest of moments, confused by her action. His massive form hunched, one clawed hand hovering over the hilt. He didn’t understand why she had let go. But in his mind, the purpose was clear: retrieve the sword. Reclaim what was lost.
A desperate hope shimmered in his eyes as he reached for the greatsword, as if touching it might restore something—someone—that was gone.
Alice waited.
Every muscle coiled.
Every heartbeat a countdown.
He didn’t look back.