Chapter 681 Her Sacrifice
Lady Vinegar, despite her bandages and the recent chaos, was more resilient than any ordinary being. Her demonic nature afforded her a strength and recovery beyond human understanding. As she blasted the helicopter open with a surge of darkline energy, she was determined to rescue Father Black, despite her own injuries. The source of this content is N0veII_bIn
She used her one healed bandaged but functioning arm to reach for Father Black, but as she did so, she could see the grave extent of his injuries. It was clear that he was on the brink of death, his life slipping away with each passing moment.
Lady Vinegar was torn. Her double souls, Vine and Gar, engaged in a fierce internal debate about their next course of action.
Vine, ever the strategist, suggested they merge their consciousnesses to become a stronger, more formidable version of themselves. With only a portion of their power recovered, combining their souls could potentially amplify their strength significantly. This option was tempting, promising not just survival but the ability to confront the undead commander with enhanced power.
With her decision made, Lady Vinegar turned her attention to Father Black. She placed a hand on his chest, letting cosmic energy flow into his body. The energy worked to stabilize him, to bring him back from the brink of death. His dying breaths steadied, a small mercy in the midst of the unfolding tragedy.
She gave Father Black one last look, her eyes conveying a message of farewell and a plea for remembrance. "Remember to tell Lenny that I gave it my all!" she implored. It was important to her that Lenny knew of her sacrifice, of the choice she made in the hope that it would mean something in the end.
Turning to face the undead commander, Lady Vinegar presented her hand, a sign of her willingness to follow through with their agreement. "Let's go!" she declared, her voice steady despite the uncertainty and fear that such a decision entailed.
The undead commander, with a nod of satisfaction, signaled for his army to halt their advance. The creatures, once a relentless tide of death, stopped in their tracks, their movements ceasing at the command of their leader. It was a surreal moment, the battlefield momentarily suspended in a tense and eerie calm.
As Lady Vinegar walked towards her fate, the survivors of Glenn's territory watched with a mix of relief and sorrow. Her sacrifice was a glimmer of hope, a chance for survival, but it came at a personal cost that was profound and painful.
Father Black, now stabilized but still gravely injured, understood the magnitude of what had just transpired. As he was carried to safety, his thoughts were with Lady Vinegar, with the people he had tried to protect, and with Lenny, the one who would need to know of the sacrifices made this day.
The territory, though momentarily spared from complete destruction, was forever changed. The battle had left scars, both physical and emotional, that would take time to heal. And as the survivors regrouped and sought to move forward, they did so with the knowledge of the great and terrible events that had unfolded, of the choices made in the darkest of times, and of the hope that, against all odds, persisted.