Surviving in my Own Unpublished Failed Chapter 182 Imaginary Dark World [2]

Comprehending and accepting sothing were two completely different things.

Azalea, who comprehended that Russell had anticipated the current circumstances, couldn't accept whatever Russell's situation was at this mont.

She was curious, and at the sa ti, worried. Although she already realized that Russell wasn't an ordinary person, especially in terms of knowledge possession, Azalea couldn't help but want to question him this ti because what had transpired was sothing that was history-changing and didn't concern a single individual anymore.

"...Ah, f*ck it!"

Tensely walking arbitrarily, back and forth, in her hotel room, she cursed, which was then followed by the sound of tapping through her smartwatch as she called soone under her wing as the master of Thorn of Rose.

"Trace the location of this contact number and quickly send it to . Now!"

With a firm voice, the person on the other end of the call didn't manage to question what she needed, rather, the person responded, noticing the urgency in Azalea's voice.

"...Yes, Boss!"

***

"I-Isn't that?"

Han Jiho and Anya Amasawa's eyes widened, horrified.

At this mont, they were like nomads who were traveling nurous buildings to avoid the approaching screams of those who were trapped in the imaginary Dark World and had their lives ruthlessly stolen.

As Anya spoke in wonder and trembling lips, trying to calm her mind, she pointed to one of the bodies laying on the ground, on the sidewalk across the road.

"Yeah... He's the one I fought with during the mock battle in Etheria's Colosseum."

Han Jiho scrutinized and recognized the lying dead body at least ten to twelve ters away from where they were hiding. It seed as though luck had left them because they couldn't find anyone they knew like Samantha, Elizabeth, or Rumia, but they were also hoping, though they were not speaking about it with each other, that they were safe and not caught in this life-and-death situation.

"He may be cocky, but certainly he'd be recruited by nurous renowned guilds after he graduates."

Jiho added while being alert to his surroundings.

"Unfortunately, he's dead."

Anya spoke in a dejected tone.

After an unknown period of ti of traversing between the ruined infrastructures, they finally heard a noise... a noise that wasn't a depiction of soone's scream and impending death.

Even though that's the case, they were cautiously approaching the noise, which was far from the seemingly endless screams from afar.

For a mont, the noise almost quickly vanished as though Jiho and Anya's presence were sensed, causing the two to ready their weapons in case of an unexpected attack since they weren't certain if there were more attackers in Central Square.

Hiding behind the door of a room, Anya glanced outside for a mont before she spoke to Jiho, who was also poking his head through the door.

"S-Samantha-!"

Recognizing the individual that ca out of stairs at the end of the hallway, just near the rooftop of the building, Anya spoke, just enough for Samantha to hear.

Samantha then gladly heard Anya's familiar voice as the latter beckoned them to go inside the room.

"I see. So it's your footsteps that remain."

Jiho looked at the terrified Celine, who had already shed tears due to fear since the current predicant she was in was sothing that her fragile heart could not handle.

Unexpectedly for Anya, Samantha approached her and then hugged her. Anya, who sowhat felt Samantha's gratification, did the sa.

"I'm glad you two are alive, where are the others? Elizabeth? Rumia...?"

Samantha asked, curious. She then paused for a mont before she added:

"R-Russell...? Where is he?"