Chapter 427: 427 The Assailant’s Figure
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Chapter 427 Chapter 427 The Assailant's Figure
The attack, unprovoked and unexpected, left Tiffany grappling with the harsh reality. Gathering her wits, Tiffany realized the urgency of the situation. She struggled to push aside the wreckage, debris digging into her hands as she clawed her way out of the shattered carriage. The night air, now filled with the acrid scent of smoke, stung her senses. Coughing as tried to emerged from the wreckage, Tiffany scanned the chaotic scene.
Struggling to climb out of the shattered remnants of the carriage, Tiffany's hands shook as she reached out for support, her fingers stained with dirt and dampened by the chaos that surrounded her. The once-merry atmosphere had given way to an unsettling quiet, broken only by the distant echoes of the recent explosion.
As Tiffany emerged into the open, the devastation became painfully apparent. Her eyes darted around, scanning the wreckage for any signs of life. The reality hit her like a physical blow when she saw the lifeless forms of her maid and coachman. The shock, palpable in the air, tightened its grip on her, and doubt crept into her thoughts like an insidious whisper.
"Mary," a quivering voice escaped Tiffany's lips, a mixture of agony and disbelief. "No, no, this can't be happening."
She knelt beside the lifeless bodies, a surge of helplessness coursing through her. The maid, who had been a constant presence, now lay silent, her face a stark contrast to the warmth Tiffany had known. The coachman, too, had succumbed to the brutal assault, his unwavering loyalty extinguished in an instant.
Tiffany's hands trembled as she reached out to touch them, as if hoping that the cold reality beneath her fingertips was just a cruel illusion. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the disquieting aftermath.
The words "flower in a hothouse" had always echoed in Tiffany's mind, yet she found no offense in them. She didn't aspire to become a top-tier female mage, embracing the reality of her strengths and limitations. Instead, she harbored a different ambition—one that mirrored the success of Selina, a renowned businesswoman.
Selina's name served as a beacon of inspiration for Tiffany. The image of a powerful, successful woman navigating the intricate world of business appealed to her more than the prospect of being a formidable mage. In Selina, Tiffany saw a role model, a path she could tread with confidence and competence.
In the face of adversity, Tiffany's thoughts turned not towards becoming a battle-hardened mage but towards channeling her energies into the realms of business and influence. The shattered carriage and her situation at this moment seems to speak otherwise.
Amidst the wreckage and the cacophony of chaos, Tiffany's senses heightened as the unmistakable sounds of a fierce battle reached her ears. The clash of magical forces and the clash of steel reverberated through the air, indicating that the danger was far from over.
However, despite the urgency of the situation, Tiffany found herself immobilized, a sense of helplessness paralyzing her. It was as if time itself had suspended, leaving her in a surreal stasis. In that crucial moment, she stood frozen, her instincts momentarily overridden by the shock of the ambush.
A sudden movement caught Tiffany's eye, and her gaze fixated on a shadowy figure that materialized with alarming swiftness. In the blink of an eye, the figure struck Nora, a devastating blow that sent her collapsing to the ground. The speed and precision of the attack left Tiffany dumbfounded, her mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events.
"No!" Tiffany's voice rang out, the cry escaped her lips as if torn from the depths of her soul. Her heart raced, the rhythm syncing with the intensity of the battle before her.
"Ahhhhhh" Nora's scream pierced the air, a desperate cry that echoed with pain and vulnerability. Tiffany's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Nora writhe on the ground, seemingly unable to rise again.?A surge of fear coursed through Tiffany, amplified by the uncertainty of Nora's fate.The question lingered in Tiffany's mind, a chilling uncertainty "Is she still alive? or is she still dead?" She asked herself was Nora still alive or had the ruthless assailant dealt a fatal blow?
As the assailant's figure loomed over the fallen Nora, Tiffany's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts.n.(OveLB1n
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Chapter 427 Chapter 427 The Assailant's Figure
The attack, unprovoked and unexpected, left Tiffany grappling with the harsh reality. Gathering her wits, Tiffany realized the urgency of the situation. She struggled to push aside the wreckage, debris digging into her hands as she clawed her way out of the shattered carriage. The night air, now filled with the acrid scent of smoke, stung her senses. Coughing as tried to emerged from the wreckage, Tiffany scanned the chaotic scene.
Struggling to climb out of the shattered remnants of the carriage, Tiffany's hands shook as she reached out for support, her fingers stained with dirt and dampened by the chaos that surrounded her. The once-merry atmosphere had given way to an unsettling quiet, broken only by the distant echoes of the recent explosion.
As Tiffany emerged into the open, the devastation became painfully apparent. Her eyes darted around, scanning the wreckage for any signs of life. The reality hit her like a physical blow when she saw the lifeless forms of her maid and coachman. The shock, palpable in the air, tightened its grip on her, and doubt crept into her thoughts like an insidious whisper.
"Mary," a quivering voice escaped Tiffany's lips, a mixture of agony and disbelief. "No, no, this can't be happening."
She knelt beside the lifeless bodies, a surge of helplessness coursing through her. The maid, who had been a constant presence, now lay silent, her face a stark contrast to the warmth Tiffany had known. The coachman, too, had succumbed to the brutal assault, his unwavering loyalty extinguished in an instant.
Tiffany's hands trembled as she reached out to touch them, as if hoping that the cold reality beneath her fingertips was just a cruel illusion. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the disquieting aftermath.
The words "flower in a hothouse" had always echoed in Tiffany's mind, yet she found no offense in them. She didn't aspire to become a top-tier female mage, embracing the reality of her strengths and limitations. Instead, she harbored a different ambition—one that mirrored the success of Selina, a renowned businesswoman.
Selina's name served as a beacon of inspiration for Tiffany. The image of a powerful, successful woman navigating the intricate world of business appealed to her more than the prospect of being a formidable mage. In Selina, Tiffany saw a role model, a path she could tread with confidence and competence.
In the face of adversity, Tiffany's thoughts turned not towards becoming a battle-hardened mage but towards channeling her energies into the realms of business and influence. The shattered carriage and her situation at this moment seems to speak otherwise.
Amidst the wreckage and the cacophony of chaos, Tiffany's senses heightened as the unmistakable sounds of a fierce battle reached her ears. The clash of magical forces and the clash of steel reverberated through the air, indicating that the danger was far from over.
However, despite the urgency of the situation, Tiffany found herself immobilized, a sense of helplessness paralyzing her. It was as if time itself had suspended, leaving her in a surreal stasis. In that crucial moment, she stood frozen, her instincts momentarily overridden by the shock of the ambush.
A sudden movement caught Tiffany's eye, and her gaze fixated on a shadowy figure that materialized with alarming swiftness. In the blink of an eye, the figure struck Nora, a devastating blow that sent her collapsing to the ground. The speed and precision of the attack left Tiffany dumbfounded, her mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events.
"No!" Tiffany's voice rang out, the cry escaped her lips as if torn from the depths of her soul. Her heart raced, the rhythm syncing with the intensity of the battle before her.
"Ahhhhhh" Nora's scream pierced the air, a desperate cry that echoed with pain and vulnerability. Tiffany's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Nora writhe on the ground, seemingly unable to rise again.?A surge of fear coursed through Tiffany, amplified by the uncertainty of Nora's fate.The question lingered in Tiffany's mind, a chilling uncertainty "Is she still alive? or is she still dead?" She asked herself was Nora still alive or had the ruthless assailant dealt a fatal blow?
As the assailant's figure loomed over the fallen Nora, Tiffany's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts.n.(OveLB1n
Chapter 427 Chapter 427 The Assailant's Figure The attack, unprovoked and unexpected, left Tiffany grappling with the harsh reality. Gathering her wits, Tiffany realized the urgency of the situation. She struggled to push aside the wreckage, debris digging into her hands as she clawed her way out of the shattered carriage. The night air, now filled with the acrid scent of smoke, stung her senses. Coughing as tried to emerged from the wreckage, Tiffany scanned the chaotic scene. Struggling to climb out of the shattered remnants of the carriage, Tiffany's hands shook as she reached out for support, her fingers stained with dirt and dampened by the chaos that surrounded her. The once-merry atmosphere had given way to an unsettling quiet, broken only by the distant echoes of the recent explosion. As Tiffany emerged into the open, the devastation became painfully apparent. Her eyes darted around, scanning the wreckage for any signs of life. The reality hit her like a physical blow when she saw the lifeless forms of her maid and coachman. The shock, palpable in the air, tightened its grip on her, and doubt crept into her thoughts like an insidious whisper. "Mary," a quivering voice escaped Tiffany's lips, a mixture of agony and disbelief. "No, no, this can't be happening." She knelt beside the lifeless bodies, a surge of helplessness coursing through her. The maid, who had been a constant presence, now lay silent, her face a stark contrast to the warmth Tiffany had known. The coachman, too, had succumbed to the brutal assault, his unwavering loyalty extinguished in an instant. Tiffany's hands trembled as she reached out to touch them, as if hoping that the cold reality beneath her fingertips was just a cruel illusion. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the disquieting aftermath. The words "flower in a hothouse" had always echoed in Tiffany's mind, yet she found no offense in them. She didn't aspire to become a top-tier female mage, embracing the reality of her strengths and limitations. Instead, she harbored a different ambitionone that mirrored the success of Selina, a renowned businesswoman. Selina's name served as a beacon of inspiration for Tiffany. The image of a powerful, successful woman navigating the intricate world of business appealed to her more than the prospect of being a formidable mage. In Selina, Tiffany saw a role model, a path she could tread with confidence and competence. In the face of adversity, Tiffany's thoughts turned not towards becoming a battle-hardened mage but towards channeling her energies into the realms of business and influence. The shattered carriage and her situation at this moment seems to speak otherwise. Amidst the wreckage and the cacophony of chaos, Tiffany's senses heightened as the unmistakable sounds of a fierce battle reached her ears. The clash of magical forces and the clash of steel reverberated through the air, indicating that the danger was far from over. However, despite the urgency of the situation, Tiffany found herself immobilized, a sense of helplessness paralyzing her. It was as if time itself had suspended, leaving her in a surreal stasis. In that crucial moment, she stood frozen, her instincts momentarily overridden by the shock of the ambush. A sudden movement caught Tiffany's eye, and her gaze fixated on a shadowy figure that materialized with alarming swiftness. In the blink of an eye, the figure struck Nora, a devastating blow that sent her collapsing to the ground. The speed and precision of the attack left Tiffany dumbfounded, her mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. "No!" Tiffany's voice rang out, the cry escaped her lips as if torn from the depths of her soul. Her heart raced, the rhythm syncing with the intensity of the battle before her. "Ahhhhhh" Nora's scream pierced the air, a desperate cry that echoed with pain and vulnerability. Tiffany's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Nora writhe on the ground, seemingly unable to rise again.?A surge of fear coursed through Tiffany, amplified by the uncertainty of Nora's fate.The question lingered in Tiffany's mind, a chilling uncertainty "Is she still alive? or is she still dead?" She asked herself was Nora still alive or had the ruthless assailant dealt a fatal blow? As the assailant's figure loomed over the fallen Nora, Tiffany's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts.n.OveLB1n
