Jaegel’s wives

Emerald gave her a small nod before turning away, leading the group forward.

Behind them, Lela and Cynthia exchanged relieved glances.

Finally… it was over.

They had survived.

The tension in the air was still thick, and the village around them was still eerily silent, but at least for now, they were no longer fighting for their lives.

Lela let out a slow breath, exhaustion finally creeping up on her. Her legs ached from all the running, and her body still tingled from the earlier attacks. 

 She glanced at Cynthia, who looked just as drained.

They were alive, but only barely.

And yet, as they followed behind Emerald and Elsa, one thought continued to gnaw at them.

That shadowy figure…

Who was he?

And why did they feel as though this wasn't the last time they would encounter him? 

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Meanwhile…