Myrra’s eyes began to water as soon as she heard Zorat speak those words.
She had survived her close brush with death, and the angel of death himself was now offering her salvation.
Reaching out her hand, she grabbed onto Zorat’s hand, and he pulled her up.
Myrra noticed that as she stood, the earth underneath the decapitated bodies of her comrades and father was opening up and swallowing them all whole, erasing every trace or evidence of their existence on the scene.
What followed was the massive earth wall boxing in the entire area of more than two kiloters had also begun to recede into the ground at incredible speeds, and soon, the entire space was completely open again.
However, that wasn’t all, as the trees that had forrly been swallowed up by the earth all began rising out of the ground again until the entire surrounding area was once more a thick forest. Even the wild animals and beasts that had been caught up in the process were now running around frantically.
Myrra felt she was witnessing the act of a god, and the more she saw, the more she was convinced that the hero was not human at all.
In truth, Zorat was already feeling a strain on his mind and body; he had been using these abilities consistently for almost four minutes, and his ntal strength was strained to the limit.
Luckily, before the attack, his body and mind had already reached the adept realm; that’s the only reason why he was able to go for so long and still manage to draw out a decent amount of lethality from his ability. If he had gone any further than that, he might have ruined the mind and body he currently occupies.
Now, Zorat needed to grant himself so imdiate rest, that’s part of the reason why he was so expedient in dispatching those unfortunate assassins.
"Myrra. You can leave with right now... or you can go along with your colleagues.... choose." Zorat said to Myrra, giving her an option that wasn’t really an option as he helped her regain her balance.
Myrra cast one furtive look in the direction where the rest of her team had once lain beheaded, and she responded imdiately with gusto, almost screaming. "I go with you, my lord!"
What could be more important than her surviving and getting to live another day? She thought. So what if she has no idea what her fate would be if she leaves with this murderous demon; at least she would still be alive.
Zorat smiled as he heard her response before adding,"Good. Now strip."
Myrra’s thoughts instantly spiralled. She was shocked beyond words at the hero’s sudden declaration and began to blush instantly.
She liked strong n, and the hero was strikingly handso as well; she wouldn’t mind doing that even if it was happening so fast and suddenly... and also, they were still inside a forest....and she was sort of inexperienced in that regard.
Steeling her resolve as the blush on her upper cheek behind the mask blood brighter, Myrra began to fumble with her pants as she attempted to pull down both her black pants and underwear panties in one go....
She suddenly heard the hero’s voice again."What are you doing ?" Zorat asked, looking confused at her, and her pants and underwear that were already on her lower hip.
"Um... my lord... You said I should... strip.." Myrra muttered in a blush, folding her arms over her dress.
"Remove your clothes and change into this, is what is an.... What in the world were you thinking ?" Zorat muttered, grinning, and he handed her a simple brown shirt and pants he had pulled out of his spatial repertoire.
Myrra grabbed both outfits in a rush and ran to hide behind a massive tree in embarrassnt.
She felt that her inexperience and loss of touch with her feminine side due to being an assassin for so long were playing a huge part in her misunderstanding of social interactions.
Her entire life was from one assassination job to the next; mingling only with n completely shrouded in black. And on their rest days, her father would insist she stay in and perfect her skill.
Zorat also pulled off his jacket, which was currently sared with blood, and replaced it with another one from his repertoire.
Now, he has to co up with a convincing explanation to the group to describe Myrra’s origins.
He couldn’t just bring along a stranger for no reason to join their group and then go ahead and let her follow them all the way into the palace grounds just as he was going to do, without a viable reason.
He needed a back story for her, and it needs to be a very convincing one at that.
A few minutes later, Zorat saw a completely different person erge from behind the large tree as she ca completely into focus underneath the twin moonlight.
Myrra, who was forrly veiled from head to toe in her assassin apparel, was now in a simple cotton brown shirt, pants, and a pair of boots.
Hehehe... Would you look at that ....
Zorat was pleasantly surprised by Myrra’s appearance behind the mask. She looked about the sa age as the real Caleb and his classmates.
She has short, straight black hair that graces her shoulders, striking, beautiful eyes like embers, and tender, glistening, rosy lips.
Her proportions were abundantly generous at the back, curvy in a sinful way that highlighted her impossibly slender waist, and at the top, her mounds were decently buoyant and vivacious in their fullness.
In short, she was gorgeous, and on a similar level of beauty to the won Zorat had seen in this world, which was saying quite a lot because they are all wonderfully delectable and easy on the eye.
Myrra beca conscious and shy at Zorat’s lingering gaze that seed to unravel her completely.
She went from fearing for her life to being conscious of her feminine side in an instant. She, who has always led a life completely covered in black clothing and her feminine side always hidden and buried away, was feeling seen for the very first ti and wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that.
But before she could rack her mind more on how to react to the hero, he walked over to her, startling her a little as she braced for so spicy scene...
But all he did was pick up the assassin’s clothes she had just gotten out of, from her hands, and they soon disappeared before her eyes.
Zorat turned to her and said. "We will be going over to the camp where the other mbers of my ’party’ are.... so we will have to co up with a backstory for you...." He mumbled as he looked Myrra from head to toe. Then he smiled before asking....
"How good are you with pain ?"
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