CHAPTER 332 SPLIT UP (PART TWO)

The strong wind blew over the black robe. The witcher was now turned into sand completely, scattering

slowly in the wind. The black rope that was left of the witcher finally settled down, with a soft churn on

the earth. When the robe was untangled, however, two bodies appeared out of all the dust therein.

At this instant, in the darkest place of the eight Holy Lands, countless black-robed men gathered and

stared into the sky. Sense of sadness grasped all of their hearts. They were mourning for their loss.

"He has fallen," one of the black-robed men uttered.

"Then, that means that the day shall come very soon," retorted another man in a black robe.

In the blood pool at the forbidden area of the Dragon Holy Land, a bloody claw was waving like crazy

above the surface where the pool of blood laid scattered. The disturbance rattled the entire area.

Twelve powerful witchers were highly concentrating, using their Witcher Powers to suppress the

disturbance in the pool.

"It is coming," they signed and looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

In the land of wilderness, the storm finally settled, revealing the ravaged landscape and two entangled

bodies on it.

A black robe drifted down from the sky and covered the naked bodies.

A beautiful figure appeared in front of the two unconscious bodies. Looking down at them with a forlorn exclusive content.

expression on her face, Elsa couldn't lift her eyes away from the two bodies that were entwined.

"Wake them up," with a mellow voice, Elsa instructed Callie, who just flew over.

"Yes." Stepping aside, Callie nodded and unleashed her Spirit Power. As the spirit condensed upon

them, both Darren and Hailey woke up.

"Darren, what the hell are you doing? Shame on you!" Out of the blue, Elsa shouted while glaring at

both of them. She was pretending that she just happened to pass by and bumped into them.

Though surprised at Elsa's sudden confrontation, memories were flushing through Darren's head like a

flood. The most vivid one was the memory of carnal pleasure for the past three days.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were trembling as he fumbled for words to respond to Elsa.

Moments later, he managed to push a couple of words out of his tongue, "Elsa, please listen to me. It is

not what you think."

"I am not going to listen to you! You bastard!" Perfecting the way she acted, Elsa shouted hysterically

while running away.

She did not stop until she found a cover behind a giant rock where Darren could not see her. She

leaned on the rock as she was exhausted and desperate.

"Darren, it is not your fault. It is really not your fault. You must be heartbroken by now that I am gone.

But there is no other way. This is our fate; we should accept it." Tears dripped down from her beautiful

face. She murmured to herself while recalling the encounter in that desolated well. She then became

determined and left without a bit of hesitation.

"Ahhhh!" Darren finally burst into screams of pain and frustration as he snapped out of the trance and

dizziness. His dark gold internal force coursed through the land like a vast river, leaving ruins in its path

as empathy to his anger.

"Darren...Stop it!" Hailey began to tear up while staring at the man letting out his rage like a wounded

beast. She felt his pain, yet there was nothing that she could do to help.

"Get out of my face! Leave now! Or I will kill you!" With eyes full of rage, Darren glared at Hailey while

yelling. His voice was filled with intense anger as if it was going to tear apart the sky and everything he

could lay his hands on.

"That is enough!" Callie swooped in, shielding Hailey from him. "Stop acting crazy now! One day you

will understand, and you may regret your actions today."

"Shameless bitch! Get out of my face! One more word and I will kill you both!" Totally out of control,

Darren screamed with all of his energy as anger got the best of him.

At that moment, because of Darren's outbursts of rage, Hailey felt extremely desperate. She was not

even sure who she was feeling sorry for in the first place—Darren, Elsa or herself. Yet whoever it was,

Hailey was utterly at a loss because of the brewing mix of overflowing emotions she was feeling right

now. She was holding on to the last thread of her sanity as she contained all the emotions within her.

Yet, the feeling of being so futile and helpless, being sorry for herself, persisted all along. She had been

putting herself in a humble position, yet she turned out to be the antagonist in the whole scheme of the

story.

She had been dwelling on this question for too long in her mind. Strands of her once-black hair turned

white visibly because of the torture and the ordeals.

"You are not the only one who is hurt, and no one would constantly put themselves in a humble position

like I did. One day you will understand, Darren!" Hailey murmured to herself with a barely audible voice

before she took off into the air and disappeared, leaving Darren and Callie behind.

As she flew away, Darren stared at her receding figure and hatred was lessened in his eyes all of a

sudden. He sensed the desperation and pity in her eyes when she left.

"Whoo!" Still enraged, Darren stood there for a while before he also took off and left. He continued

flying though he didn't know where he was heading to.

At the same time, in the vast land of wilderness, there was only a figure in purple garments was

standing, all alone, shattered, and desolate. Callie had no idea what she should do next and where to

go.