Chapter 9: The Prophetic Dream
Lara panicked for only a brief moment before regaining her usual composure. Her sharp gaze darted around the cave, and she let out a sigh of relief upon spotting Reya and Sandoz. Though they stood rigid in the corner, they appeared unharmed.
Sunlight filtered through cracks in the cave walls, casting a soft glow that illuminated the cavern's interior.
Still lying on the ground, Lara's eyes drifted upward. Her breath hitched as she noticed a sharp stalactite directly above her, its tip seemingly aimed at her forehead. A cold shiver ran down her spine.
The man holding the sword to her neck frowned, his brow furrowing. Why did she react with fear to the stalactite above but remain unaffected by the blade threatening her life?
The mysterious man looked up and saw the stalactite, which looked like a massive drill about to descend on the girl lying on the ground. Even he shuddered.
"Who are you, and how did you find this place?" the man asked sternly, his voice echoing in the depths of the cave.
Lara looked at him without a hint of fear. Her dark brown eyes mirrored the coldness of his gray ones.
"Could you please remove the sword you're pointing at my neck? I'm already having a stiff neck as it is. I'm just a helpless girl, after all," Lara replied nonchalantly.
The man, whose straight white hair cascaded down to his waist, raised his sword-like eyebrows, and his lips twitched. 'How dare she!' he thought. Despite his anger, he pulled back the sword and, with the pointed end embedded in the soft floor of the cave, lazily leaned on it.