Chapter 8: Evelyn: Even Death Refused Me
Evelyn~
The explosion magic placed on the palace wall wasn’t just any ordinary spell, it was high-level, the kind that could kill someone in seconds or at least leave them horribly burned from head to toe.
The deafening blast echoed through the air, and not long after, I could hear footsteps rushing toward the eastern side.
People were yelling, their voices blurred and muffled. I couldn’t make out what they were saying because my ears were ringing too much from the explosion.
I couldn’t move a single muscle.
It felt like my whole body had been set on fire. My skin was blistering, like someone had poured a bucket of boiling water all over me.
Honestly, I didn’t expect to get burned this soon.
I could barely breathe. But unfortunately, I knew better than to hope for death.
Even if my lungs were charred, even if my skin was peeling off, even if most of my organs were destroyed in the explosion ...
I would still survive.
"He’s coming," my wolf whispered.
Who?