The child's trembling voice echoed in my ears.
"Please… I don't want to die."
My hands curled into fists.
I could feel the heat of the wasteland pressing against my skin, the weight of the masked figure's gaze drilling into me.
The sword that figure held seemed to be shining under the blood-red sky.
"That child is bound for a reason," the figure had warned. "If you free them, you will doom an entire world."
But how could I just walk away?
I looked at the chains again. The metal was old, yet the glowing symbols looked freshly carved.
The magic surrounding the girl was strong—almost unbreakable.
The child sniffled, wiping her snot-streaked face with the back of their hand. Her eyes were wide and desperate as she continued staring at me.
"Please…"
A sharp pain twisted in my chest.
What would she have done if Noah had been here instead of this girl child?
My face went pale just thinking about it, I would never be able to bear my baby boy suffering like that.
Ughhh
