Chapter 167: Hanging On By A Single Thread
REAGAN POV
There was nothing but ashes and smoke. I watched a building that was supposed to be great reduced to nothing but rumbles along with pile of dead bodies, both women and men. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the smell of blood which made me feel sick to my stomach, but what made it even worse was the fact that the corpses were unrecognizable. There was more corpses of female than that of men and the fact that any of them could be someone I know made me want to look for somewhere to vomit.
"My lord, I don’t think she is here!" One of the men who I had sent to go and search for people of our own came back to give me a report.
His tone carried a note of nervousness as he should. I turned around to glare at him in response, "You need to go back and look again."
The soldier looked like he wanted to say something else but he decided against it. "Alright, I’ll look at again my lord." He said instead before he disappeared back on the inside.
I continued to look around, hoping to the gods that I do not see someone that looks like her. My feet crushed on metals, burnt weapons and also burnt corpses but I looked through, my chest beating fast as I continued to walk while saying a prayer to the gods.
My father always said never to carelessly say a prayer to whatever gods might be listening because that was dangerous. It’s always a need to specify the name of the god you are praying to. But as of right now, I could care less about any of those rules, I was praying to whatever gods was listening and I do not care if it was any of the old gods, the forgotten ones, or the ones whose names were forbidden to whisper. If they were listening, or if anyone of them cared to from whatever void they were, all I ask was just one thing.
That she should be alive!
A thick lump blocked my breathing as I continued to look around, my boots crunching on the remains of the explosions that had happened. Twisted bodies laid all around me and it was clear that the women had not gone down without a fight. Some clutched their weapons, some were twisted in a way that says they died in apparent pains.
I caught sight of a pregnant woman whose head was under a giant rumble, her hands and feet were black from the ashes and bruises covered them. I didn’t think twice before I ran forward and I began to heave the stones that she was buried under.
Please, don’t let it be her, please don’t let it be her, please don’t let it be....