Chapter 113: Chills And Spills(1)(R18)
With all that being said and done, Steve and Fiona proceeded forward.
Luckily—perhaps too luckily—Fiona possessed superhuman strength. That alone made their journey manageable.
With her aiding the injured Magic Guard, the trio pressed deeper into the forest, following the trail left behind by Maggie. It wasn’t long before their boots found rhythm with the whispers of the woods, each step a silent prayer for answers.
They wandered. Steve, Fiona, and the guard—searching.
And they searched for what felt like forever.
The entire day was consumed by their pursuit, but the trail played games with them, curling back and around like a cruel goose choose.
No matter how far they moved, it always seemed, endless and unnerving.
Still, the signs were clear—whoever Maggie was with had been in a hurry.
Steve furrowed his brows each time he knelt to examine the trail. It made no sense.
’Who is this person who moved with her? Why stick so closely to Maggie?’ Questions buzzed in his mind like angry flies, but the forest offered no answers—only more steps to take.
So they kept moving. Pondering. Pushing deeper into the forest with every hour. Despite the fatigue in their limbs, they continued, driven by desperation and dread.