Chapter 329: Wrath of Hell
The pain pierced through Abrielle’s body, she didn’t think she was going to be able to beat Jocelyn. The end was near; how many near-death experiences had she had since coming here?
"Any last words," Jocelyn drawled; Abrielle could barely hear her, everything going dark. "I am sorry, Cedric," she muttered; Abrielle didn’t know why she felt she had to say those words.
They had hurt each other; she always told herself she didn’t regret her actions. It was all to survive, but yet, at this moment, it felt like she was about to move on from this world. They felt like the right words to say. The invisible grip on her neck tightened. She couldn’t fight it anymore
Her hands grew weak, and she stopped fighting. Her life was fading slowly, and then it happened: the black flame tattoo on her neck glowed a blue light. The heavy air was denser with something dark, even dark for Jocelyn. Puzzled, her eyes darted around; she felt something coming but could not determine the direction.
Something was approaching. A dark force Jocelyn wasn’t expecting struck her from behind, making her lose her grip on Abrielle; she was confused about what was happening.
Abrielle’s lungs, sensing freedom, drew in a deep breath, hungry for life. Her eyes half opened, trying to hold onto her soul that was fleeting. She heard the voice clearly. It felt like a dream. It was a voice that haunted her dreams before, but this time, it felt like something she was longing for.
"I should be the one asking you that." A deep baritone said; Abrielle, who was half unconscious, didn’t smash the ground as she expected; instead, she was caught by a pair of arms while in the air. Despite the fall, the arms felt gentle and warm, a feeling she didn’t know she craved.
Her heart skipped a beat; she could barely move to look at him, her eyes going wide, shocked to see Cedric but mind-blown to see a pair of pitch-black majestic wings on his back.
"Cedric..." She could barely say her eyes growing heavy, eyes watered. "Save your breath, ’cause you owe me more than an apology." He replied; it was truly his voice laced with the same sarcasm she recognized.
"How can you fly?" She asked him. They were in the air, and the wings seemed like angel’s wings, but a wrong shade was definitely on his back.
"Why did you run?" He asked instead of answering her and her lips were immediately sealed. "It is complicated." She answered; Cedric’s gaze flickered, hearing her reply. Those words confirmed the fact that Abrielle truly planned the escape. His grip tightened and he did his absolute best to remain calm.
Large arms made of shadows rose from the ground, launching at them, but before they got close to Cedric, they disappeared. Jocelyn’s eyes went wide; it wasn’t possible.