The dew of the damp dawn, the sun hot enough to scorch, the night air that freezes the heart.
The prisoners had no choice but to endure the brutal cycle of the day, bound to the stakes.
Those who had experienced the wild energy of the mountain throughout their bodies were exhausted to the point of collapse.
Their lips were parched and rough.
It had been a long time since they had lost sensation in their hands due to the lack of blood flow to their bound wrists.
They could not assess the situation because their eyes were tightly bound with cloth.
“Please, water.”
“These heartless brutes. They should give us water.”
From their parched mouths came a sigh, but there was no one to help them quench their thirst.
Only the cries of owls and grasshoppers responded to those trapped in the darkness of darkness.
“I wonder if everyone is safe?”
When one person broke the silence, others joined in the conversation to shake off their anxiety.
In a situation where they could not see anything, they could only rely on each other’s voices.
“The search was quite persistent yesterday. I’m worried about whether everyone managed to escape.”
“If they aren’t here, they must still be safe.”
“They should be….”
“These empire bastards. Why on earth have they tied us up here?”
Jere, listening to the voices of his comrades, recalled the imperial commander he had faced last night.
The eyes shining sharply even in the darkness.
The voice persistently questioning who the leader was.
His desire was clear.
“I think we’re bait. To catch the leader.”
At Jere’s words, some couldn’t hold back their moans.
“They’ll be hiding around us, waiting. Waiting for the captain to come.”
“Do you think the captain will come to save us?”
“He must not. It’s a trap.”
“Then what will happen to us?”
“What will happen. We’re dead. It was over the moment we were captured.”
“They will never leave us alive. Have you seen their eyes?”
The word “they” silenced the surroundings for a moment.
A chilly night wind swept through the prisoners.
The sound of leaves rustling in the wind was eerily audible.
Goosebumps rose on the spinechilling sensation, and their bodies involuntarily shivered.
“Even thinking about those eyes gives me the chills. They’ve lost their taste. They’re perfectly crazy.”
“It’s even creepier to watch them cut people slowly.”
“Don’t talk if you haven’t been hit. I thought my intestines were bursting from the sheath.”
He spat out roughly as if recalling the pain he had endured last night.
“That son of a bitch. If it weren’t for the injuries, they would have killed us.”
At the comrade’s words, the listening prisoners chuckled.
Laughter mixed with selfmockery seemed to shake off the suffocating tension.
“But the skill gap seems too large.”
“It was the best humor of my life. Thanks to them, I laughed a lot before I died.”
“These guys.”
“Shh. Be quiet.”
At Jere’s warning, the prisoners’ conversation stopped.
When the conversation stopped, the silence brought by the darkness of the forest overwhelmed them.
Clop, clop.
The sound of horse hooves breaking the quiet forest.
The low sound of blowing a horn.
There was a group approaching them on horseback.
“Who is it?”
But due to the covered eyes, they could not identify who it was.
Jere asked sharply, but they did not respond.
The sound of the grass being stepped on was heard.
To fill the void of obstructed vision, other sensory organs were sharply on edge.
Among the prisoners who kept silent due to the tension, the sound of a knife cutting the rope was heard.
“Ugh.”
“Shh. Keep it down or they’ll hear. Can you walk?”
It’s him.
The guard nodded fiercely to the soft yet firm question.
Even if they had to cut off their injured legs and carry them, they had to do it.
“At 10 o’clock. They’re waiting to rescue you. Hold on and run till there. Don’t look back.”
The person who spoke up to that point moved his body lightly and approached Jere.
Recognizing the owner of the voice, Jere let out a deep sigh.
He felt both hope and despair at the tiny force cutting the rope tied to his ankle.
“You shouldn’t be here. You know it’s a trap, don’t you?”
“How can I not come? You’re not dead. I know you’re alive.”
The captain answered calmly, but his hands were working hard for Jere’s freedom.
Jere, who had barely escaped from the stake, swayed, but grabbed the knife that the captain threw at once.
“It’s dangerous. We’ll take care of it, so please go.”
“If you have time to grumble, move quickly.”
His vision was blurred from being pressed against the cloth for a long time.
But he could recognize his hooded master at a glance.
The small figure wrapped in a black robe.
A clear and transparent voice echoing in the darkness.
It was their leader who shouldn’t be here.
Zer let out a deep sigh in his gloomy mood and approached the other bound prisoner.
“It seems like the Empire’s army has left you behind and marched on.”
“How can that be? They were chasing us so fiercely.”
“Unbelievable, but yes. The Empire’s army crossed the Alden Plateau this morning.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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