Maybe it was one big cosmic joke, or maybe she was just cursed like Gisella often said, but right now, Cece didn't think it was that bad.
There were far worse ways to go.
And this wasn't the worst option.
Cece was bleeding out.
She knew that. She could feel the wet heat spreading through her torso—sticky, warm, and unrelenting. Her vision blurred at the edges, dimming and hazing in turns. There was a gaping hole in her lower abdomen where the root had speared through, and yet, somehow, she was still here.
Still lucid.
But even as the pain made her numb, it seemed like she still didn't regret it.
Couldn't, really.
Because how could she regret anything when the first time she met Gisella and Amelia, they practically did the same thing for her.
Her first tumble into the dungeon wasn't as peaceful as the cadets. While the monsters weren't as strong, she had been at a state where she was left to die before even getting sucked in here.
