Chapter 342: Inner Demons
In a groggy, delirious dream, Celia struggled to open her eyes.
“Ansu...”
She murmured subconsciously.
A scarlet wasteland stretched out before her. The campsite was completely empty. There was no Ansu, no Vera, and none of their other companions...
Only the wind swept through the dead grass, making a soft, rustling sound.
Celia looked toward the dark, twisted, withered woods nearby, and her entire body suddenly shuddered.
For she saw... standing in the gaps between the dead trees, a tall, slender figure.
The figure stood motionless, wedged among the withered branches. Its eye sockets were sunken into two dark voids, and the corners of its mouth were pulled back at an angle that did not belong to the living.
It was Samantha again.