Chapter 234 In Her Presence
Chapter 234 In Her Presence
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In another part of the city, a group of savage men was drenched in rain as they moved through the desolate street, filled with broken and burnt cars, and half-destroyed buildings.
The group of savage men moved with a sense of urgency, their steps quick and nimble as they navigated the desolate street.
Additionally, fear was etched onto their faces, visible even through the heavy downpour that drenched them to the bone.
Their bodies were lean and muscular, their movements fluid and calculated as they scanned their surroundings with sharp, vigilant eyes.
Furthermore, the rain pelted down upon them, turning the empty street into a river of mud and grit, but the men pressed on undeterred, their fear giving way to a desperate determination.
They moved like shadows, their footfalls light and barely audible as they crept through the empty alleyways and between abandoned buildings.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, betraying the tension that gripped them as they scanned the darkness for any signs of danger.
Each man was armed with a crude weapon, their faces contorted with a fierce determination to protect themselves and their kin.
Besides, they knew that they were outnumbered and outmatched by the Terra-saws and the unknown human group, but they refused to back down in the face of danger.
As they moved deeper into the heart of the city, their fear began to give way to primal rage. They were savage men, and they would fight tooth and nail to survive in this cruel and unforgiving world.
"Commander… do you notice it…" The middle-aged woman whispered beside the commander. Her hair was wild and her clothes were torn, but her low voice carried with intensity.
"Hmm. Hmm."
The commander stood tall and proud, his eyes scanning the desolate street with fierce determination.
As the savage middle-aged woman spoke in a low voice, he listened intently, nodding in agreement.
He creased his brow and thought for a moment before he said. "I can feel something is wrong…" He said in affirmation. "but we can't back down at this juncture."
He looked towards his fellow warriors, his voice rising with urgency.
"We must press on, no matter the cost. The enemies may be close, but we will not falter. Our survival depends on this. We must fight with everything we have, and we will emerge victorious."
He clenched his fists, his gaze burning with a fierce determination. "For our families, for our people, for our very survival, we must be strong. Are you with me?"
The warriors nodded, their own voices rising with a fierce determination. "Yes, commander, we are with you. We will fight to the end."
With that, the commander led the charge forward, his voice ringing out with a fierce battle cry that echoed through the empty streets as they took the next turn toward the alley that led to their destination.
Meanwhile, in another part of the street, Susan's heart sank as she realized that the evil Mack, or rather Azazel, had slipped through her fingers.
She had failed in her mission, and the weight of that failure sat heavily on her shoulders as she moved aimlessly through the desolate streets under the heavy rain.
Her thoughts were consumed by her failure, and the fear of facing the king and admitting her defeat gnawed at her.
Besides, she felt lost and adrift, unsure of what to do next.
As she turned a corner into an alley, she was suddenly confronted by a group of savage men. At first, she didn't realize who they were but when she fixed her cold gaze on them. It clicked in her brain.
'What do we have here?' She mused with a sadistic smile.
Unfortunately, for the savage men as they were nearing their destination.
They unexpectedly encountered Susan, a cold and expressionless figure standing before them. As they looked upon her, a deep sense of foreboding clouded their hearts, and a chill spread through their spines.
Furthermore, they could sense the immense power emanating from her being, and they knew that they were facing a formidable foe.
Susan's eyes held an otherworldly glint, and her movements were swift and precise.
Additionally, the savage men could feel the weight of her gaze upon them, and they knew that they were facing a fourth Circle being - an existence that they could not hope to fight.
Fear and awe mixed within the savage men as they looked upon Susan. They had heard stories of such beings, but they never imagined that they would come face to face with one.
Besides, they never believed such beings would exist inside the desolate city. As far as they know, they were the only humans inside the city.
Meanwhile, they were overwhelmed by her presence, and they knew that they were in the presence of a force far greater than themselves.
Despite their fear, the savage men stood tall, their eyes locked with Susan's. They knew that they could not hope to defeat her, hence, they could only wait for the cold beauty to decide. Decide their life.
As Susan approached the savage men with slow, deliberate steps, a sense of unease rippled through the group.
Furthermore, they could feel the weight of her presence bearing down upon them.
With each step, Susan's aura seemed to grow stronger, enveloping the savage men in a palpable sense of awe and fear.
Her movements were fluid and graceful, and they seemed to carry an otherworldly quality that was both mesmerizing and unsettling.
As she drew closer to the group, they could feel the intensity of her gaze upon them, and they knew that she was sizing them up, weighing them against some invisible standard.
It was as if she were taking their measure, assessing their worthiness to be in her presence.
Unknown to the savage men, watching the intimidating display of power. Their backs were drenched in a cold sweat with lips quivering. Their heart was already in their throat ready to jump up.
'We're dead.'
'So dead.'
'Commander…. What should we do?!'
'Commander… please do something?'
The savage men rolled their eyes in their sockets and looked at their commander with the last ray of hope, begging him to do something.
'Why the fuck are you looking at me like that.' The commander screamed in his heart. He wanted to cry but there were no tears in his eyes.
'As long she was not part of the group from the train. We should have some chance to live.' With that thought, a ray of hope appeared deep in his heart.
"Hmm... Esteem…. Y-your M-majesty…" The commander stuttered with a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead under the heavy rain as he sweats profusely.
Since the start of the apocalypse, this was the first time he would be intimidated to such an extent. His brain was fuzzy and short-circuited, making him unable to make a complete sentence.
"You must be the men that kill our people."