Chapter 515
The crowd that was about to leave all stopped in their tracks, stunned by the sight,
They watched in astonishment as the petite woman hauled heavy buckets, shuttling frantically between the water vat and the blazing chaos,
Bucket after bucket she poured onto the flames, only to turn and fetch more.
Her meager water was, without a doubt, a drop in the ocean.
Yet Athena seemed to defy exhaustion, relentlessly pressing on even as her palms were rubbed raw and bled into blisters.
The old man, moved by pity, gently stopped Athena. “Young lady, what are you doing? The fire is too far gone now. No matter how many buckets you bring, it won’t make a difference.”
Tears blurred Athena’s vision as she stared at the burning wreckage. “My friends are still inside,” she whispered. “I brought them here. I have to bring them back… even if it’s just their remains. They shouldn’t be left in a place so far from home.”
With that, she turned away and went back to hauling another bucket of water, her exhaustion clear but her resolve unwavering.
Athena’s actions deeply moved the neighbors.
“She’s just a young girl having a tough time. Let’s help her out,” someone said.
“Yeah! Come on, everyone, pitch in!” another called.
The townsfolk who had been leaving turned back one after another to help put out the fire.
From a short distance away, Michael watched the scene unfold, and a sharp, stabbing pain pierced his heart, as if it were being pricked by needles.
Yet he had no choice. Under those dire circumstances, his only option was to get Athena out first.
Just as Michael was about to rush to Athena’s aid, a bone–chilling murderous intent ambushed him. Instinctively, he spun around, blade flashing to parry, only to be sent flying backward by the powerful shockwave.
Michael’s eyes snapped wide as he stared at Jessa, who stood there very much alive. “You’re not dead!”
“Lord Osborne, are you that eager to see me dead?” Jessa’s face was hidden behind a mask, revealing only her beautiful eyes.
But those eyes gleamed with deadly intent, like a venomous snake coiled beneath silk.
Michael knew he was no match for her. His voice turned grave as he warned, “The assassins will return soon. Get her out of here now!”
Jessa folded her arms, sword still in hand, and let out a cold scoff. “Save your concern, Lord Osborne.”
As Michael remained motionless, Jessa tilted her chin up slightly. “Still here, Lord Osborne? Or are you waiting for me to escort you out myself?”
If he held on any longer, he would collapse, even without Jessa having to lift a finger.
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Behind her, her tattered clothes revealed a gruesome mess of torn and bloody flesh.
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