From Zoraa's perspective, all that chaos, destruction, and death around her came to an… abrupt halt. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.
Just a few instances ago, she was sleeping in her cave, she sensed the shaking, saw the light explosion, heard the screams, came out, and decided to fight the enemy who attacked them—
From then on—
It was all blurry.
And when she finally regained her senses—
She was captured.
The strange collar on her neck made it impossible for her to access her Sanctuary. Now, while her men, for some odd reason, were fighting each other, she was being taken away by the enemy.
And the worst part?
There was nothing she could do about it.
Even now, the enemy had his sword on her neck and, from his eyes, it was clear he would use it the moment she did something.
For now—
She could only hope other Chiefs came in time and helped her.
And maybe it was the God of Storm looking out for her—
That was exactly what happened.
