Chapter Seventy Two: A Final Escape

The eyes of all the Lord's snapped sharply in her direction, their piercing gazes fixated on her with alarm. The hall fell into a hushed silence as even the blind and deaf slaves sensed the sudden shift in attention.

Tharnis with a hardened expression, watched in astonishment as his eyes widened upon witnessing the crimson trail of blood flowing down the polished marble floor. The rich scent of iron filled the air, mingling with the heavy atmosphere of tension and fear.

Without needing any prompting, Velma swiftly rose from her fallen position on the floor, her movements fueled by a surge of determination. With an urgency that bordered on desperation, she bolted towards the nearby door, her hands trembling as she jammed it shut behind her. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the corridor, a barrier between herself and the impending danger.