Chapter 113. Finding Naomi

"Nngh," Naomi groaned as she slowly came to. The last thing she remembered was hugging her parents and...

When she fully opened her eyes, there was darkness all around her. She couldn't even see two feet in front of her.

"Fuck," she swore as she realized that her hands and feet were tied to a pole and as much as she tried to get free by using her magic, it was as if an oily sheen dampened it.

'Where am I? Where am I?' Naomi thought to herself as she continued struggling against her binds.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across her face as something ruffled. A bright light illuminated the space around her as someone stepped through the flaps of the tent.

Naomi remained quiet, choosing not to speak but to gauge instead.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as the figure stalked ever closer to her. Though her heart pounded in her chest, she kept a straight face to hide her terror.

Finally, the person shifted the burning torch from his face and his features ca