"LADIES, ladies… Do you truly believe you can escape from us!"
The very moment Saintess Iris handed the necklace into Thalia’s palm, their abductor suddenly appeared before them. With no option left, Thalia grabbed the sharpest branch she could find and stood her ground. She pulled Iris behind her, shielding her as she raised the crude weapon with trembling determination.
The men only laughed at her.
"Do you believe you can fight us with your fragile weapon?"
Thalia’s grip tightened on the stick. Her mind raced as she desperately searched for a way out — any plan, any opening that might let them escape.
Think! Think!
"Lady Thalia… I am scared. Truly, scared," Saintess Iris whispered through trembling lips. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she shook with fear, clinging to Thalia’s sleeve.
