Considering Crayson's capability, it was a breeze to have him knock Veronica out. Plus, why would he use the same method when he had drugged the water previously?
The lunch break lasted for an hour before they continued their journey. All the while, Veronica was taciturn as she observed everyone attentively.
These guys had been walking for a solid four hours since morning. Although they took ten along the way, no one was feeling exhausted. Rather, one could tell that they were trained fighters from their steady steps.
Their power evoked fear in her, for she could not imagine what kind of scene she would see once they arrived at the hidden clan's territory.
They walked in the woods for another few hours in the afternoon. The fact that she could not see the landform ahead of them rendered her the passive party of the situation. The closer they got to the territory, the more nervous she felt.
However, right when she was being wary of Crayson, she fell into his trap and became unconscious.
It was a long sleep, so long that she could feel how long the dream was dragging. No matter how much she tried to wake up, she failed. It was no less different from a nightmare.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sudden explosion woke her up as she recoiled up in bed. In contrast with the darkness in the room, the fireworks burst into vibrant colors, lighting up the room with colorful brilliance through the window.
Frowning, she looked around the room and saw a lamp on the headboard. After turning it on, the furniture around her took her back as her eyes widened.
It was a wooden room; although the electrical appliances were of modern facilities, the ceiling, window, and floor were made of wood. However, the electrical appliances were made by brands that she had never heard of.
She scanned outside the window with the help of the fireworks, only to discover the unorganized, traditional roofs and balconies.
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