*Erica's POV*
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I reluctantly peeled my eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy with fatigue. Groaning softly, I pushed myself upright, blinking away the remnants of sleep.
I hate my life.I never thought I will reach to this level of depression
The air in my chamber was heavy with the scent of my medecinal herbs, a constant reminder of Hendrix incapabilities and my own failure.Hendrix's search for Zalem was all in vain and that treacherous creature kept sucking out my little energy.The witch said the herbs won't be as effective as time went by.In other words,if Hendrix didn't find that cursed beast soon,I will die.
I wrinkled my nose in distaste, pulled myself out of the bed.
