Chapter ninety seven: The Wolf Hunter
Alina Vandergaugh felt the drying of her throat. Earlier, she had managed to pass that dark alley filled with howling voices, sounding as if the voices of people asking for help in a horror movie. Now, as she moved and walked quickly, she just realized that she was already at a bright place, a sunny world, a sandy field that is filled with the rages of wind and some sand—sandstorm. She opened her inventory. She grabbed one bottle of water that Silver gave to her. She was glad that Silver had thought of this possibility. Diving into this labyrinth would twist your throat, swell up, and become thirsty for most of the time. Had Silver did not gave her a bottle of water, she would be a dead meat, a dead person in just a matter of an hour. It is okay to have no food filling up on your sto
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