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“Thanks,” Maggie said while holding back her tears, determined not to cry.
I’ll find it!
I have to find it….
Ignoring her surroundings, Maggie kept searching near the table. Inside the temple, three large statues, each several metres tall, had collapsed, along with smaller statues of other deities, about half a metre tall,. falling on both sides.
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Now, rubble from all directions had piled up, creating a chaotic scene in the once–small
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“We’re running out of time, Ms. Adam!” Ethan helped her in moving rocks while keeping an eye on clock.
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Maggie shook her head and whispered, “You go first.”
Frowning, Ethan pulled her up. “Mr. Harris risked his life for you, Ms. Adam. If something happens to you, how will we explain it to him?”
Maggie hesitated, then took the watch from Ethan’s hand. “There’s still a minute and twenty seconds; give
me some time.”
Ethan was frustrated and angry, but he found it hard to be harsh when he saw Maggie’s tearful eyes.
“What are you looking for? Let me help!”
Maggie nodded, kneeling back on the rubble. “A finger–Nathael’s finger.”
Just mentioning it brought tears to her eyes.
But Maggie knew she couldn’t cry now. She wiped her tears with her sleeve, her nose turning red as she continued searching.
She heard that a severed finger could be reattached if treated promptly.
Even if it wouldn’t be as good as before, at least….
Ethan was surprised to see Maggie searching for Nathael’s finger despite the danger.
He couldn’t help but say, “Even if you find it, the explosion might have damaged it. And if it’s infected, it can’t be reattached.”
Maggie’s hands kept moving. “But what if ….
Of course she knew about what Ethan said.
But she couldn’t help thinking. What if? What if it worked?
Ethan didn’t say anything more and quickly searched within Maggie’s indicated area.
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As time passed. Alex moved further back to the pavilion, letting the doctor attend to Nathael.
“How much longer?” Alex asked, feeling anxious.
“Thirty–six seconds.”
“We have to leave now!” Alex was impatient, noticing signs of Nathael waking up.
“Mr. Harris!”
Nathael opened his eyes slowly. Ignoring everything else, he asked hoarsely, his vision still blurry. “Where’s Maggic?”
Alex had a grim expression. He’s asking about the one thing I wish he wouldn’t ask!
Alex felt guilty as he looked towards the temple, stuttering, “M–Ms. Adam
Nathael’s gaze darkened. He struggled to get up and walked towards the temple. His steps were unbalanced, but he hastened his speed.
Alex stopped him. “The temple is about to explode; you can’t go back in!”
“Just let it go.” Nathael said coldly, his eyes chilling.
Inside the temple, Maggie and Ethan felt increasingly nervous as their movements became faster and more frantic.
Glancing at the time, Maggie saw there were only twenty seconds left!
Sweat formed on her nose; her throat tightened, and her fingers trembled.
“We have to leave! We don’t have time!” Ethan stood up and yelled nervously, grabbing Maggie’s arm while leading her outside.
Right then, a wooden plaque wobbled and fell. Looking up, Maggie saw Nathael’s bloodied finger intact underneath it.
With tears in her eyes, Maggie broke free from Ethan’s grip and ran towards the plaque.
“Only ten seconds left, Ms. Adam! Let’s go!”
Grabbing the severed finger, Maggie tore a clean piece of fabric from her bandage and wrapped it carefully. Then she clutched it to her chest as she dashed outside without glancing back.
Ethan positioned himself between Maggie and the doorway. With a firm grip, he grabbed Maggie and tossed her a few metres away.
long strides.
By the time Maggie regained her footing, Ethan had hurried to her side with his long
Together, without a backward glance, they fled the temple.
In that instant, a thunderous roar erupted, as though the earth had split apart. Rocks soared, and dust and smoke billowed amidst towering flames.
Maggie’s ears rang with the deafening noise and the scorching hear and flying debris struck her hark
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propelling her further with a surge of warmth. Maggie and Ethan tumbled together.
Nathael, who was heading into the temple, paled with fear; he instinctively reached out for Maggie, disregarding his own–injuries.
Instead of the anticipated pain from the fall, Maggie found herself landing in a comforting embrace.
When she opened her eyes, she beheld a handsome, blood–stained face gazing back at her with steely resolve.
“How are you?” Nathael held her tightly, then rose swiftly, speaking in a hushed tone.
Maggie attempted to speak, but the deafening roar in her ears persisted. At that moment, finding the right words seemed challenging.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, tracing two tear streaks on her soiled face, which looked somewhat funny.
Maggie threw herself into Nathael’s arms and clung to him tightly, her tears flowing more profusely.
“You idiot!”
She cast her gaze downward, feeling as though her heart had been seared by a branding iron at the thought of the severed finger.
Nathael’s voice was rough as he gently stroked her back, offering solace. “It’s alright now!
An hour later, Maggie waited outside the operating room of an upscale private hospital on Maplewood Avenue.
The lights in the operating room remained lit. Nathael had been inside for some time.
The mountainous road was rugged, and the descent took time. Fortunately, Nathael had brought a doctor along in case of injury, and other experts and hospitals were on standby.
Seated on a chair outside the operating room, Maggie shivered from head to toe.
The night air was chilly, and she had never experienced such a biting cold on a late autumn evening. She wondered how Nathael was doing.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached as Leslie hurried over.
Doctors and nurses promptly helped him into the prepared surgical gown. Maggie couldn’t help but rise to her feet and observe from a distance, eager to say something but afraid of wasting time.
Noticing her gaze, Leslie, as he donned his gown, reassured her, “Don’t worry. I made a call to ask about the situation earlier. Everything will be fine. You should take a rest.
Then he turned to the nurse beside him and instructed, “Get someone to tend to her injuries.”
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