Chapter 93: The chosen one by our Lunar God
Alora looked at the rope bridge, which connected the two cliffs. "Are we supposed to walk on this?" Alora asked, peering down from the cliff, her head spinning as she caught Magnus’s arm for support.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Magnus observed her unease.
"Yes, I am," Alora admitted. "Looking at this height, I don’t think I can make it to the other side," she murmured anxiously.
"Then, let’s go back. I thought you were adventurous," Magnus stated and he took Alora back to the route from where they had come.
"We can try walking in that rope bridge," Alora said. She felt Magnus wanted to go to the mysterious place on the other side of the cliff.
"We cannot go to the other side because you are scared. The rope bridge will swing once we start walking on it, you may cry then. Are you sure you want to try it?" Magnus inquired.
"I will. I should overcome my fear. Also, you told me the other side to this is magical," Alora asserted. She turned around and went back to the rope bridge. Magnus followed her closely.
"If we fall, then we both may die," Magnus suddenly told her. Alora’s hands which were on the rope for the support suddenly trembled.
"Are you not strong enough to make us land safely? I thought you were immortal," Alora muttered.
"Anyone who will fall from such a height will not live," Magnus stated. "But no one has fallen from this bridge so far," he added.
"How does His Highness know?" Alora questioned.