Chapter 261

Kusandra kept on walking in the thick forest, not daring to rest because she knew how dangerous this place could be. She didn't need anyone to tell her that. Despite the harshness of the sun and the scorching of it on her skin, she dares not stop.

Her footsteps were muffled by the dense carpet of decaying leaves beneath her. The forest around her was a cacophony of mocking calls and creaks as if the towering trees whispered the secrets of her aimless wandering. Vines hung like serpents from the canopy, casting eerie shadows that danced with the flickering sunlight. The air was thick with humidity, wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket.

Whenever the wind howled, it would look as if it were mocking her, telling her that nobody came here and made it out alive. It was as if the wind were whispering her mistake to her, telling her that she shouldn't have let rage cloud her eyes. It was like the dance of the leaves singing in her ear, telling her that she wa