NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 187 - 187: Her Worse Fear

Dan Ya stepped into the shimmering formation, and a blinding white light engulfed her. When she emerged, she found herself in the heart of the city, utterly deserted.

An eerie silence hung in the air. The streets, usually teeming with life, were now eerily vacant.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she raced towards the Escort agency. Her steps were frantic, her milky sacks shaking uncontrollably. Panting heavily, she pushed forward, determined to confront her fear.

As she feared, the escort agency was eerily deserted. No sign of life, no sound, just an oppressive silence. Breathing heavily, she pushed open the office door, calling out, "Barad!" But the office was empty.

Racing towards the living room, she frantically

"THUD"

"THUD"

"THUD"

"THUD"

"THUD"

The insistent pounding on the door shattered Dan Ya's trance. Fear gripped her, but she had to answer. "Barad?" she called out, her voice trembling as she swung open the door.

An Escort warrior stood silhouetted in the doorway, his face a mask of exhaustion, his clothes-stained with blood. The sight of him, his weary figure, sent a jolt of dread through Dan Ya.

"Madam," he began, his voice thick with fatigue, "the Leader..." He paused, his voice trailing off, "the Leader is no longer with us."

"Thud"

The word hung heavy in the air, a physical blow to Dan Ya. Her body felt paralyzed, her mind struggling to comprehend the news.

"When returning from our escort mission," the guard continued, his voice weak, "our entourage was ambushed.

The Leader... he tried to save us, but..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the weight of grief and loss evident in his eyes.

Dan Ya stumbled back, the weight of the news crushing her. "No," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips. "No, it can't be true."

The guard, his face etched with grief, stepped inside, his gaze fixed on the floor. "The enemy was fierce, Madam. Outnumbered. The Leader fought valiantly, but..." He shook his head, unable to find the words

.

Dan Ya felt a cold dread creeping into her bones. Barad, her protector, her love, gone. The image of him, strong and fearless, defending his people, flashed through her mind. Now, that image was shattered, replaced by a chilling emptiness.

"Who… who attacked you?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.

The guard looked up; his eyes filled with a weary sadness. "Rogues. Mercenaries. They came from the north, swift and merciless." He paused, his gaze drifting towards the ornate decorations of the entryway. "The Leader… he held them off, bought us time to escape. But at a terrible cost."

Dan Ya sank to the floor, her knees giving way. The news hit her like it was end of the world. Barad, her anchor, her solace, was gone. The world felt suddenly cold and empty, the vibrant colours of her life fading to shades of grey.

The guard, seeing her distress, offered a hand. "Come, Madam. You need to rest. There are others who need your strength now."

Dan Ya accepted his help, her body feeling heavy and numb. "I'm okay," she looked at the guard, his face drawn and weary. "Tell me," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "tell me about his last moments."

The guard hesitated, then spoke in a low voice. "He fought with the courage of a lion, Madam. He protected us all, even in the face of overwhelming odds. He… he never gave up."

A single tear escaped Dan Ya's eye and traced a path down her cheek. "He was a true hero," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

The guard nodded solemnly. "He was more than that, Madam. He was a friend, a leader, a beacon of hope for us all."

Dan Ya closed her eyes, trying to picture Barad, his face lit by the firelight, his laughter echoing through the halls. The image was quickly replaced by the chilling memory of the empty city, the silence that had consumed everything.

Her tears started falling and soon she started weeping like a child, he was gone, her love, her strength, he left her. Closing her eyes she started having suicidal thoughts of joining her husband in the afterlife.

The guard remained silent; his gaze fixed on the floor. He understood the depth of her loss. Barad was more than just her husband; he was the heart of their community, a symbol of strength and courage. His death would leave a void that would be difficult to fill.

Suddenly, a wave of memories washed over Dan Ya. Memories of laughter, of shared dreams, of whispered secrets under the moonlight. She remembered the warmth of his hand in hers, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat against her own.

She remembered the day they met, a chance encounter in the bustling marketplace. He had been a young warrior then, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She, a spirited young woman, had been immediately captivated by his charm and his unwavering loyalty to his people.

Their love had blossomed amidst the chaos of their world, a beacon of light in the face of constant danger. They had faced countless challenges together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. He had been her rock, her confidante, her love.

And now, he was gone.

Tears streamed down Dan Ya's face, each one a testament to the depth of her love and the crushing weight of her grief. The guard watched her silently, his heart aching for his fallen leader. He knew that Dan Ya would need time to heal, to come to terms with her loss.

He gently pulled the covers over her, ensuring she was comfortable. "Rest, Madam," he said softly. "You need your strength."

Dan Ya closed her eyes, the image of Barad's smiling face lingering in her mind. She clung to those memories, cherishing them as precious treasures. She knew that the pain would linger, that the void in her heart would never truly heal.

As sleep finally claimed her, Dan Ya whispered, "I will never forget you, Barad."