Chapter Twenty five.

Luna's hold on the chair weakened until her arms dropped to the ground like jelly.

Salvador knocked out form dripping next to her.

The chair tumbling upside by his unconscious action, she saw something odd before her vision finally dulled out.

Something was scribbled under the chair.

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When the group woke up it was the same as before.

They were in front of the village. The only difference was that the pain was two times worst than the day before.

And they laid awake for more that ten minutes before they were finally able to move.

"So we go in again?" Wei glanced at the village sign, shuddering at the thought.

Going through the first night was one thing. But going through two consecutive nights of dying in a fire was a little less than traumatic.