'Did I... did I... did I really survive that ?!!!"
At the edge of Black Rose camp, Odom gazed at the people coming and going within the camp, as well as his elven attendants who had returned to his side, appearing particularly exhausted. He felt as though he were in a dream, a state of unreality.
Unable to hold back, he lifted his hand to pinch his face hard, trying to bring himself back to reality, and at the same time, confirm that everything before him was not a dream. He had indeed walked out of the garden and was not locked in some dark and gloomy dark cell.
"They... they really didn't kill me..."
As this realization dawned on him, Odom looked toward the not-too-distant garden with a complicated mix of emotions.
The incidents that had just occurred replayed one after another in his mind...
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