Chapter Forty Four: Character Arc

It was definitely unfolding right before her eyes, so she hurriedly went home and searched for her magical twig. She couldn't believe it. Who could have unleashed these creatures when the Agreement was not yet read?

She found the box of what she's looking for beneath some of her clothes, so she immediately retrieved it. As she opened the box, she could see the twig in all its rough edges. Her memory took her to the day she received it, and she remember it like it was just yesterday. She hold the twig like a magic wand, flicked it, and saw its tip light up. She searched the room, and found horror around her.

She saw helpless souls all around her, and they are drawn to the light of her twig. One by one, the souls wanted to touch the light, but they couldn't. It is as if they could not see the tip they are drawn to, but they were attracted to it, anyway.

These souls were definitely all the Literary Committee fighters who fought hard during the final days. Except that the souls look a lot different, that they look like zombies in the form of ghosts.

She was taken a back by the forces of the souls around her. She waved her magical twig again, and a ball of light erupted from the tip. The ball of light touched an invisible object, and a creature emerged from it.

"This is a perilous time to be called, your grace," said the creature, "it seems that it is not the perfect time."

The reader nodded, and flicked her twig again. The souls departed the room as the movement of the twig pierced their nothingness.

"This is not the time for a chitchat," she said in haste. "We have to stop them."

The creature knew what was happening, but still had to ask her. "They want to get back to it, right? That is why they used the time machine again?"

Sarah understood this from the very beginning. "Yes. But this time, something is wrong. Very wrong."

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