Chapter 884 The Final Ones
- Nina
- The thick veil of mist hung heavy in the air, enveloping our makeshift camp in a shroud of eerie stillness. The acrid stench of smoke still clung to our clothes and hair, a lingering reminder of the inferno we had barely escaped with our lives.
- Two days. We had spent two days traveling, and I hadn’t seen or heard from my friends or my husband all that time.