Moreover, the memory of the battle kept flashing through her mind, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. She had fought like she was possessed, the same feeling of three days ago, her rage and desperation fuelled every move.
However, the adrenaline was fading now thanks to the venom, leaving her feeling drained and vulnerable. She knew she couldn't stay here forever, but the thought of facing this enigmatic and dangerous figure began to fill her with trepidation.
She flinched and trembled as she barely heard him took a step forward.
Deep lines caressed the masked figures face, and a gleam flashed across his cold eyes when he saw her flinch.
Brittany dare not raise her head, this mysterious stranger who fought like a demon, with his ember sword flashing like a beacon in the darkness, will he kill her now?
With a deep breath, Brittany began to uncurled herself from her fetal position. She knew she had to decide, and she couldn't afford to let the venom kill her.
A sharp yelp escaped her lips as she was suddenly gathered in his arms before she could uncurl herself and thus, she began to tremble again.
The masked figure snapped as she kept trembling like a horrified wet cat, in a deep, gravelly voice, he said, "If you don't stop trembling, I will lay you down here, strip you naked and spill my seeds in your womb!"
The girl in his arms stilled for a second before she trembled more, Brittany didn't know what to make of this situation, strip her naked!
Even if she didn't understand what he meant by 'spill my seeds in your womb', she could tell it would be bad, just at the sound of it.
She heard him let out an exasperated groan before he leaped, causing her to take in a sharp breath, he leaped and ran in a ridiculous speed. It only took a while before he began to slow down.
He placed her down and after making sure she was steady and can stand herself, he walked pass her.
Turning around, Brittany gasped at the sight that welcomed her.
Before her was a majestic river, its waters was mysterious black, like the night sky studded with stars. The riverbank, a gentle slope of white sand and flat rocks, stretches invitingly, like a canvas of silk and stone.
The sand glistens, fine and soft, while the rocks, worn smooth by time, seem to hum a gentle melody.
As the river winds its way through the landscape, the tall cliff behind it rises like a verdant giant. The trees on top of the cliff, look a vibrant green even from the distance, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze.
The forest's edge, a tapestry of earthy tones and dappled shadows, stretches towards the sky.
The air was filled with the gentle lapping of the river against its banks, creating a symphony of sounds that seem to lull the world into a peaceful slumber.
It was so beautiful she couldn't stop staring.