All Chapters of Legend Of The Third Spirit: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Méah didn't notice that she has already got out of the dark pathway. She was still even holding the torch without realizing it was now burnt down until the handle. While she was on her way, all she could think of was Keir. Everything was so unbelievable and unexpected. Keir just keeps on messing her head and making her lose her mind. How come that the person who wanted to kill her was the one who helped her to save her life? Has the world already turned upside down? The strike of humid air and the scorching rays of the sun made her realize that she was now facing a new chapter his journey–alone. Sweats caused by the harsh weather formed on her forehead and on the top of her mouth just below her nose as though a transparent, liquid mustache. She immediately set aside her thoughts to find her a place to rest as she felt like any time, she would burn under the sun's flaming rays. But unfortunately, there were no nearby trees or anythin

After a few minutes of going down the hill under the night sky, Méah finally arrived on the area where the tents have gathered. But first, she hid behind the small thicket near one of the tents. She was figuring out the shifts of the guards. She waited there for almost half an hour until the guards began to leave their posts for the shift. When no one was there already, she walked towards her target tent in a hurry. Or else she might get caught once the replacement guards will come to take over the posts. Lurking in the dark shadows of the night, with careful steps, she held the dagger close to her chest. She was now near behind the biggest tent where her target was in. However, she was hindered by the shadows that she saw reflecting on the ground in front of her. She assumed it was coming from the guards who were watching the entrance of the tent. Thanks to the fire somewhere near these guards or she'll have no idea where exactly their

"My lady! Something happened to the Nuandian Troop!" A man entered the hall, chasing his breath. The clothes that he's wearing showed he's one of the soldiers. Purple Smoke just nodded lightly as if she didn't care about what she heard. Her face bore the uninterested look and didn't even take her eyes off her admiration on her long, glossy, black nails. "Forgive me, my lady. But I think someone has known our plans." The man lowered his head upon saying his opinion. But actually, the reason why he said this was because he noticed Purple Smoke wasn't worried about it. He was trying to provoke her to take action at what happened with the Nuandian Troop. However, he was afraid to say it boldly and offend her. Purple Smoke inhaled deeply, shifting her attention to the man in front of her. "And where did you got the guts to say this to me? Are you trying to say that I am not taking the situation seriously?" Purple Smoke eyed th

As Tarah advanced closer to her destination, the paths that she was taking was also getting darker–not only darker but at the same time it also became narrower. The path was in between two towering cliffs that looked like a deep crack, dividing the mountain into halves if seen from afar. As Tarah walked on this path, she was feeling unearthly nips crawling on her skin, making the tiny hairs on it stood up straight. The gentle brush of cold air seeped through the loose cloak that she was wearing, making it appear like a cloth canopy filled with air. The aroma of the sea breeze mixed with the serenity of the night sent crisp chills throughout her airways once it entered her nares. After a few minutes, Tarah arrived in front of magnificent stone gate. She pushed it carefully, opening it just enough for her small figure to fit through and then locked it before leaving. Tarah was now heading toward the next door about ten yards away from the gat

Ferlah just arrived back at the Beggar's Town. The moment that stepped a foot on this place caused a stir on the unforgettable nightmares that she had went through. Seeing this place again was like she's seeing a colorless world. Even though the streets were so busy and bustling, she couldn't feel its spirit. Beggars aligned on the sidewalks with their hungry and shaking hands asking for alms. The worst was they didn't even get to have what they asked but ended up getting a far more different thing–being loathed by the majority and being pitifully beaten to death. For Ferlah, this place was not only named Beggar's Town just because it resembles the majority of the people living on it, but because it was a place of suffering where all kinds of bad and illegal things could be found. Life here was colorless. The rich keeps getting rich and the poor were stuck to being poor. Luckily, there were not too many children in