Babel Novel
Chapter 885
Seth craved power, and over the years, he realized more and more that Sally and he were not on the same path.
Moreover, Miranda was just a love-struck fool, completely immersed in her infatuation. Initially, he intended to use Miranda one last time, but Nash and Micah ruined his plans.
No, he hadn't achieved his goals yet. He couldn't die here, and he refused to spend the rest of his life on the run.
Seth hung up on Sally and made a quick decision. If he couldn't make it in the Yaren tribe, he would seek out the allied forces.
As he took a few steps forward, he noticed there were no footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Wes still standing there, staring blankly.
Seeing Wes's dazed expression, Seth's anger flared. "What are you standing there for? Do you have a death wish?"
Seth could see Wes's feelings for Miranda with just one glance. A man aiming for greatness shouldn't be tied down by emotions. And right now, Wes was the only one left by his side.
Head hung low, like a child caught in wrongdoing, Wes muttered, "Mr. Seth, forgive me, but I can't continue on this path with you. I have to go back for Miss Miranda."
Seth didn't reply immediately. Instead, as Wes finished speaking, he drew his gun. But Seth was quicker.
With a deafening bang, Wes collapsed to the ground. Seth fired a few more shots into Wes, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
Wes, now smelling the overwhelming scent of blood, saw the world turn a deep red. He tried to muster the strength to get up, but his body had none left. He could only watch helplessly as his breathing became more labored, suffocating him. In his final moments, Wes thought of Miranda. He remembered his promise to protect her, a promise he could no longer keep.
After ensuring Wes was dead, Seth dragged his body into the mountains. Then, armed with a gun, he approached the allied forces' camp.
The allied soldiers immediately raised their weapons upon seeing Seth, but he quickly showed the Yaren tribe's insignia.
"I am Seth of the Yaren tribe. I need to speak with your leader," he demanded. The soldiers hesitated for a moment before relaying his message.
Nina was burning with fever.
Worried about her condition and fearing Seth's men would catch up, Wilfred carried her into the forest, eventually finding a cave. He bit his finger and fed Nina a bit of his Blood, then gathered dry wood to start a fire.
Nina's body was cold, and Wilfred held her tightly, just as she had once held him. But Nina, delirious, began to murmur, "Don't draw my blood don't hurt me, don't put me int those experiments, I don't want to become a healer..." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
Wilfred, right beside her, heard every word clearly, his brows furrowing deeply. Nina had never been a test subject for the Pharaoh or Seth When he and Scarlett had been used for experiments, Nina had been the one to protect them.
But now, Nina seemed to have these false memories.
Wilfred immediately realized something was wrong. He shook Nina firmly, trying to wake her. "Nina, wake up! Look at me! Don't sleep, those aren't your memories..."