FakeNovelChapter 1631: Determined, she tried to move back toward the stage. Then, another explosion. The impact sent a shockwave across the venue. Part of the stage collapsed in an instant.
Elyse was thrown to the floor. Pain flared across her body as dust and smoke clouded her vision. Her head spun, consciousness slipping. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the desperate cries of those trapped inside. Her mind screamed at her to move.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had to do something. She had to fight back and break free from Rebecca's control.
"Somebody help! My teacher is bleeding!" Elyse, drawn by the desperate cry, turned to see Luna kneeling beside Ronan Gray, the coordinator, supporting him with her frail frame. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and unrelenting.
Luna huddled over him, her body a fragile shield against the crowd closing in around them. Her face, smeared with dirt and streaked with tears, was barely recognizable, as if the chaos had erased her youth in an instant.
Just ten minutes ago, she had been radiant-poised for her first grand performance, draped in an elegant gown that shimmered under the lights.
Ronan, too, had been dressed to perfection in a sharp suit, his every move precise as he oversaw the final details of the performance, his focus unwavering in the calm before the storm.
Just moments ago, everyone had been full of life-vibrant, buzzing with anticipation. Now, they were nothing more than broken pieces scattered across the floor, a nightmarish scene of the dead and the dying.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA sharp pain throbbed in Elyse's skull. These were Rebecca's people-people full of hope, of purpose. And now they were abandoned by her, left to bleed out on the cold floor. Why would Rebecca simply walk away, uncaring? With a groan, Elyse pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with every movement. She was coated in dust, her arms scraped and bruised from being tossed across the floor by the brutal force of the explosion that had torn through the area.
She pressed her hand to her forehead, the dizzying spin of the world making everything blur and sway around her.
"Dad! Hold on, the ambulance is coming!" "God, please save my daughter! She's only twelve!" "Oh, God! Am I dying? My leg is broken!" The air hung heavy with anguish, filled with the desperate cries of Rebecca's forsaken people.
Elyse clenched her jaw, grief pressing down on her chest like a heavy m weight.
This wasn't the plan Esteban had mapped out back at the hotel. This wasn't supposed to happen.
A tidal wave of sorrow and fury slammed into Elyse as she gazed at the suffering, bewildered faces surrounding her.
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