Chapter 89

[Thronovaldera]

The storm was getting thicker and thicker, and it seemed like the hurricane was closing in.

At this point, they were a few yards away from the castle; they could have used their cars for faster movement, but with the amount of chaos on the road as people rushed about to find safety, it was easy to accept moving on foot.

Epseba and Jenovia ran holding hands, as a form of support for each other, to beat the speeding winds that pushed them away from their destination, while William and Jenovia’s guard moved closely behind them.

The winds blew heavy in their faces, dragging sand along with them. They watched as unsteady houses tore themselves apart, huge chunks of it flying about, waiting for someone to crush.

The more people Epseba saw in distress, the more Epseba wanted to lend a hand; although logical thinking was against him, if they stayed out any longer, they could die, not just by massive objects but by the storm itself, choking and s