When "hiding" was no longer an option, Milady's situation truly became dire.
She could hardly believe that the hands on the clock pillar had only moved sixteen minutes.
The past sixteen minutes of escape had been so long it felt like an endless torment: she had leaped from bone beams, sprinted between triangular pavilions, and been chased across the entire hall... By the end, every dodge, run, and jump felt like the very last she could manage.
And yet, each time, she somehow managed to wring strength from her trembling muscles to continue fleeing, dodging, and rolling... She even remembered to seize opportunities to counterattack, once nearly snatching Nawa's score card.
Having witnessed how dangerous their prey could be, Luo Geng's eagerness turned to caution, his bloodlust to impatience. His group no longer dared to press her too closely.
