As Fiona gestured in a specific direction with his hand, Maria didn’t bother to glance at it. Instead, she swiftly adjusted the helicopter’s joystick, guiding it precisely towards the destination indicated by Fiona’s finger.

Meanwhile, Zeba, concealed within the gaps between boulders, remained unaware that she had become the target of their pursuit. Her sole objective was to stay as still as possible, refraining from making even the slightest sound. Once the individuals aboard the helicopter completed their inspection rounds, she believed she could depart from this place unnoticed. She possessed absolute certainty that she wouldn’t be discovered.

The helicopter circled the valley multiple times, yet its occupants never descended to search the area. The massive boulder obstructing Zeba’s view was thick enough to defy any attempt at detection, even with advanced equipment like thermal imaging. No one could see beyond it to discover her whereabouts.

However, unease began to creep into Zeba’s heart when the helicopter suddenly veered towards her. As it grew closer, her heart raced with anxiety.

Eventually, the helicopter arrived at the summit of the boulder, situated at the foot of the mountain.

Fiona suddenly announced, “This is it! I can already sense her presence. She is gravely injured!”

With those words, he swung open the helicopter door, preparing to jump straight down from the aircraft.

In a reflexive moment, Maria instinctively clutched the hem of his clothes and blurted out, “My Lord, since Zeba is in such a dire state, why don’t you wait for me to join you? I wish to meet her alongside you for a brief moment.”

of jumping down, he decided they should land the helicopter in an area affected by the explosion. From there, they could proceed

as she witnessed the helicopter turn around and depart, its presence no longer looming above her head. Little did she know, Maria

of the four esteemed Marshals of the Warriors Den, suffered severe injuries, she has always devoted herself to the path and seldom

is indeed something amiss with

helicopter and proceeded toward the boulder where Zeba

was caught off guard when the sound of rustling footsteps reached her ears. Her heart skipped a beat and inwardly,

her anxieties. She was well aware of her grave injuries and her inability to resist anyone, regardless of their identity. All she could do now was silently pray that the approaching footsteps wouldn’t lead them to her and that the person responsible for those footsteps wouldn’t discover her presence. Unfortunately, her prayers seemed to be in

nonexistent. The captors would resort to any means necessary, including torture, to extract information about

their clutches would likely result in a dire fate, even if she cooperated obediently. Thus, her last flicker of hope rested upon the prospect of remaining

voice boomed, breaking the silence. He declared loudly, “Zeba, you were

by Fiona’s words, much like a thunderclap in her

one who fought Gideon just now? But… How is this

swirled in Zeba’s mind, causing her anxiety to

artist, the foreboding sensation

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