Chapter 88 Fallen

• Azalea was lying on the cold and bare floor hopelessly, weak and out of breath, with no assurance of surviving till the next day. Ayden had not even stirred ever since they had been locked up in the room, and was just motionless on the floor with also no one to tend to the wound he got from Eadlin's stab.
• If he was dead or alive she knew not, and her wrenched heart could also not take anymore pains or could her eyes shed anymore tears. The floors of the room were beginning to quake more violently, of the self-destruct effects it was having on itself.
• It was a glaring fact that the situation was just too despairing to do anything. If a miracle would occur by any chance at that moment, then she would first have to get out of the prison she was locked in unscathed.