Chapter 198
’Now that’s scary,’ I thought. I can’t approach her recklessly as I thought to be. If she so ever touches a single strand of my hair, I would immediately rot.
Kara’s laughter echoed in the bubble, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Didn’t it ever cross your mind that this could also be your burial place? How stupid!"
I gritted my teeth, feeling the pressure of her words. She began to advance toward me, and instinctively, I backed away. She was right—trapping her inside my space could just as easily lead to my own demise. But if I deactivated my skill, she would unleash her wrath on the innocent people still trapped in the cell.
I quickly tied my hair tightly in a bun, trying to clear my mind and focus. I needed a plan, a way to outsmart her without putting myself or the others in danger.
"You’re not as clever as you think," Kara taunted, her eyes glinting with malice. "You’re just prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later, you’ll have to make a choice."
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. "Maybe, but I’m not the one who’s trapped here. You’re the one who’s stuck in my space, and I have the upper hand for now."
Kara’s eyes ignited with a feral red glow. "You think you can keep me contained forever?" she hissed, raising her hands as the scent of rot seeped into the air.
I gripped my dagger tightly, feeling the cool metal hum faintly in my palm. One wrong move — one single touch from her — and the blade, or worse, I would rot away like dust.
Suddenly, Kara lunged forward with terrifying speed, her hands stretching to grab me, aiming to activate her ability with a mere touch. I dodged to the side, narrowly escaping her grasp, the edge of her ragged nails slicing the air where I had been moments before.
"Pathetic," she sneered, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "You hide behind that silly trick of yours."
I circled cautiously, eyes flickering to her hands, anticipating the next strike. Without warning, Kara snapped her fingers. Deadly green tendrils of decay flickered at the tips of her fingers, twisting and curling like serpents slithering toward me.