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Chapter 191: The Path to Betrayal
The city had become a war zone, and Ayla moved through it like a shadow, unseen, but ever-present. Every step she took felt like it brought her closer to the inevitable confrontation, but the weight of the knowledge she had gained still gnawed at her.Everywhere she looked, there were signs of chaos. Military trucks had been abandoned in the streets, their wheels still spinning, their occupants nowhere to be found. Buildings that once stood proud were now reduced to rubble, remnants of what had been. The distant sound of helicopters could be heard in the air, and in the chaos, Ayla couldn’t help but wonder if she was walking toward her own destruction.The man’s voice still echoed in her mind: "The end is near." His words were like a curse, and Ayla couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all part of a bigger plan, one she was still too blind to fully understand.She reached an abandoned building that had once served as a stronghold for the enemies she had been fighting against. The
Chapter 190: A Thin Line Between Life and Death
The world spun in slow motion as Ayla’s consciousness wavered between the painful pull of darkness and the desperate need to stay alive. She could feel the rough surface of the concrete against her skin, the jagged edges pressing into her back. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each one more difficult than the last.She blinked, trying to focus, but the world was a blur of shapes and shadows. The familiar feeling of panic began to rise within her as she fought to stay conscious. The weight of the situation, of what had just transpired, crashed down on her like a tidal wave. She had been close to death, closer than she wanted to admit, and yet, somehow, she was still alive.Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Someone was approaching her, but the voices seemed muffled, far away. Her vision was failing her, but she could make out the outline of the man who had saved her, the one who had come out of nowhere to stop the Masked Man. He was kneeling beside her now, his face etched with con
Chapter 189: The Masked Man
Pain. A sharp, unrelenting pain coursed through Ayla’s body, dragging her back from the dark abyss of unconsciousness. The world spun as her senses slowly returned to her. She could hear the faint sounds of people calling her name, but they felt distant, muffled, as if they were coming from the other side of a thick fog. Her body ached from the impact, the debris crushing her side. Her head throbbed with every beat of her pulse, and her chest felt tight, making it difficult to breathe.But the most prominent feeling? Fear. The overwhelming sensation of dread. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the nightmare of being buried alive, or maybe it was the suffocating weight of the world crashing down on her. But she could feel it, creeping along her spine, crawling under her skin.Ayla’s hand instinctively reached for the wound on her side, but when she pulled her hand away, her fingers were slick with blood. She looked down, blinking through the haze of pain and confusion. The wound was dee
Chapter 188: A Choice of Fate
The chaos around Ayla seemed to stretch into infinity. The building continued its violent collapse, each step further plunging them into an even darker, more uncertain future. The shrill, creaking groans of the structure echoed in her ears as debris rained down. She could feel the vibrations in the floor beneath her, and every nerve in her body screamed for her to move faster.The stranger she’d pulled from the wreckage was limping now, his injuries slowing him down more than he would have liked to admit. Blood continued to seep from his wound, staining the floor beneath him with every step. He had no choice but to lean heavily on Ayla for support, his breath coming in ragged gasps.Ayla’s own pulse was thunderous in her ears, her thoughts racing. They had no escape. No way out. The building was slowly being eaten alive by the destruction, and they were trapped deep within its heart.But then, just as she was about to push forward, a voice, a desperate, strangled cry, reached her ears
Chapter 187: The Countdown Begins
Ayla’s fingers trembled as she clutched the stranger’s bloodied shirt, pulling him closer. The rumble of collapsing walls and the acrid stench of smoke filled her senses. She tried to push the pain away, both physical and emotional, because they needed to escape. But as she glanced at the building around her, the weight of reality set in.The man with the rifle, or whoever he really was, had set them up. He’d known they’d come this way. He had anticipated every move, every step, and now the walls were closing in on them. They were trapped in the aftermath of an explosion, with no clear escape route, and barely any time left before the whole structure collapsed.Ayla’s mind raced. She had to act fast. She grabbed the stranger by the collar, trying to shake him awake. “Wake up! We need to move. Now!”His eyelids fluttered open, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he groaned in pain. Blood continued to seep from his side, staining the ground beneath them.“Ayla…” he whispered, his voice ba
Chapter 186: The Ticking Clock
Ayla’s heart raced as she guided the stranger through the debris-strewn hallway, her every step cautious, calculated. The world around her felt like it was crumbling, and in a sense, it was.The explosion had fractured not only the physical structure of the building but her sense of security. Every corner could hide another threat, every shadow could be an enemy ready to strike.The stranger's breath was shallow, his weight leaning heavily on her. She had no idea how long they could keep moving, how much longer he could survive without medical attention. His blood was soaking through her clothes, his pale face pinched in pain. The grim reality was they were both wounded, and time was quickly running out.“We need to move faster,” Ayla muttered through gritted teeth, pushing herself harder.The stranger gave a weak, painful laugh. “You think? You’re doing all the work here.”His attempt at humor fell flat, but Ayla appreciated the effort. It reminded her that even in their darkest hour
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