Beating drums and muffled cheers were heard, which Nathalie scrunched her face as she squirmed on the floor
Slight numbness in her legs, back, and wrist became worse, even for a small nudge.
Nathalie was in such a solitary life in the small room she was in— wrinkling lines and cracks found on the wooden not only the circular walls but also the floor, seeping up some few rays of light from it.
The dust already smothered every piece of furniture around her and few objects stacked therein, except her.
She tried to open her eyes, though it didn't help as her vision was rather blurry. Scrunching her face a couple of times, she slowly assessed around her.
A sudden recollection of her memories came when she gasped how she ended up here.
The group of elves and werewolves in one area, in such harmony, was an impressive feat for her.
Sure enough, Athan was the mastermind.
