The turning tides [3]

Velnorah stepped out of the dimly lit room, as she entered the long, winding corridor.

The faint scent of medicinal herbs and the acrid sting of dried blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the low murmurs of healers tending to the wounded.

But Velnorah had no time to linger on the suffering around her.

The moment she had woken up, her first and only thought had been Zhao Tian.

A terrible unease gnawed at her chest, and the more she searched, the stronger her fear became.

Her steps quickened as she moved through the corridors.

Then—thud!

A sudden impact knocked her slightly off balance.

She instinctively reached out to steady herself, her hands brushing against soft fabric before she quickly pulled back.

Blinking in surprise, Velnorah raised her head to look at the young woman she had collided with.

Huh? Isn't she... the one with Tian that day during the tournaments?