As soon as Mirif took in the sight before her, the first feeling that struck her was more of a sense of impending danger than fear.


    A pressing sense of dread gripped her—if she stayed here, she might end up like those other victims. And there was the anxiety that even if she escaped, the world might never know about this horrific ce.


    As for treating or mourning the victims—those who might once have been human—unfortunately, that would have toeter. She couldn’t even be sure she’d survive to make it out of here.


    "I need to get out of these chains first."


    Not knowing any other way, Mirif pulled with all her might, but these chains weren’t the type to break so easily—they were made to bind people. It was out of the question for her, a priestess, to break them with mere physical strength. Some of the monstrous beings nearby seemed to have escaped their bonds, but only because their bodies had either expanded, shrunk, or lost limbs—none of which was an option for her.@@novelbin@@


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    "Ugh…!"


    …She might even have been willing to cut off her own wrist or ankle if it would’ve allowed her to escape, knowing she could at least heal herself with her holy power. But no matter how hard she pulled, her strength wasn’t enough to break free.


    "Hah…hah…."


    "Now, now, Mirif. You shouldn’t treat that precious body of yours so recklessly."


    "…?!"


    She froze. In the middle of her desperate struggle, a voice came from somewhere. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar.


    Turning toward the voice, she saw a face that was all too familiar: her professor.


    "…Professor Belus."


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