Chapter 177: Moving Quickly
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It was no longer the moon that lit up Irene’s path, but the orange fire eating up what wasn’t made from stone on Samson’s shop.
Her heart was in her throat at the thought that something could have happened to the man so beloved to her father. Not only was he a connection to her father’s past, but someone who tried to ensure that he could remain a knight, or at least retain use of his hand through the care he put into something as precise as a prosthetic hand.
Beyond that, Samson was loud and happy. He was someone who deserved to live. She had heard of many mercenaries who went down dark pathways, but the man used his money for good. Not only did he help his family, but he also built himself an honest career where he actually helped the knights by making their weapons.
"Please, please," Irene begged over and over.
The Sünstoian gods and the monotheistic god more commonly worshiped were both prayed to as she ran with her sword in her hand and ready. If anyone was out there, she needed their help.
Perhaps even divine intervention would reverse time and give whoever was trapped in the half-collapsed building another chance. She had another chance from her past life. Would it work the same for others?
Since the front door was part of the major collapse, the girl could only climb through the rocks and rubble and avoid the wooden areas that were still lit up and hot. It felt like her face was burning as she came close to the smoke and fire.
She saw the body of an apprentice, and she grimaced but had to move forward. Based on the state they were in, there wasn’t an ounce of life left.