The temperature here in the Garden of Eve is supposed to be warm but I cannot help but feel the sudden chills crept into my skin.
Why did she choose me of all people? There are a lot of people here that could help her but why did she have to unluckily pick me? However, I cannot help but notice the evident fatigue and desperation in her eyes. The apparent fear and exhaustion are also visible on her face.
I can already feel my sudden rapid heartbeats due to the anxiety surging within me. I do not know what she needs and what can I actually do for her.
“Please help me,” she begged.
I saw blood trickled from the side of her head and her body is also full of wounds.
“What happened?” I immediately asked her.
“They are trying to kill the Obsidians,” she answered in a hurried voice. “They ar
