Chapter 112

They would protect Ethan and Sandra, no matter the cost. The gala had been a test, and though battered, they had emerged victorious. For now.

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The gala had descended into chaos, and Ethan and Sandra were sprinting through the maze-like corridors of the Geralt mansion, racing toward the backdoor.

The distant sounds of battle echoed through the opulent hallways—clashing metal, grunts of effort, and the occasional cry of pain.

Each step they took was a step away from the danger behind them, but the danger ahead remained unknown.

Ethan’s mind raced as fast as his legs, not for himself, he could hold out on his own, rather his thoughts focused on the urgency of their escape because of Sandra who was with him.

Beside him, Sandra’s breathing was heavy, her determination driving her forward. They turned corner after corner, the path to safety seeming longer with each twist and turn.

“Just a bit further,” Ethan panted, casting a quick glance at Sandra. “We’re almost there.”

Sandra nodded