Chapter 87: Cht 87: The Dismissal In Distress
The forest blurred around him.
Every muscle in Gin’s silver-blue body coiled tight as he sprinted through the undergrowth, vaulting over roots and pushing past low-hanging branches. His breath came in shallow bursts, misting in the cool dawn air that had no right to feel so calm. It mocked him with its stillness, like the forest itself had become complicit in the silence.
Only one thought remained now, searing and sharp:
Alice.
She was the last. The only one who hadn’t moved, hadn’t succumbed to that maddening rhythm at least from what it seems, not yet. When he’d passed her canopy earlier, her presence had been eerily serene. Eyes shut. Body still. Not entwined in anyone’s arms just like since first day of his awaking from deep slumber.
Alone. And untouched.
Maybe she was resisting.
Maybe she was still herself. After all she was born from half portion of his soul, which who knows is how much more higher rank than others, of everyone present.
And maybe because Gin was also not affected by the storm of pleasure for his high enough soul to resist the anomaly without himself having that knowledge.
The vines of her canopy came into view—thinner than the others, woven with translucent moss that shimmered faintly in the morning light. The structure pulsed gently, like breath, as if it too were waiting. Gin didn’t slow down. He couldn’t slow down. Not after what he’d just seen.
He barreled forward.