CHAPTER 348: LEXIE AND KHAZ

As Lexie’s consciousness faded into the abyss of unconsciousness, the relentless onslaught showed no mercy.

Each strike, each blow, had driven her to the threshold of oblivion.

In the hushed aftermath of their brutality, the assailants, driven by a twisted sense of accomplishment, continued their assault until a callous proclamation cut through the air.

"She’s dead, finally."

"Did she really think that she could deceive us by acting like a boy, when her man killed our leaders!" one of them sneered.

As the twisted reasoning continued to circulate among the assailants, others chimed in, their voices carrying a mix of anger and self-righteousness.

"She got what she deserved. We can’t let anyone associated with that murderer go unpunished!"

Another voice added, "We should have done this a long time ago. The moment she stepped foot in our city, she sealed her fate."

Leaving Lexie’s body behind, the perpetrators callously exited her home.

Their mission of brutality accomplished, they disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a scene of devastation and despair.

Later that day, Khaz came to visit Lexie as usual, but this time he was so shocked when he saw the door opened.

With his heart pounding in his chest he entered her place. He could sense a foreboding sign of something gone terribly wrong.

As he stepped further into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with an unspoken tragedy, his eyes fell upon the scene of brutality that unfolded before him.

Lexie’s form lay in stark contrast to the chaos that had befallen her sanctuary.

Shock and rage mingled in Khaz’s expression as he surveyed the aftermath.

He clenched his fists, a futile attempt to contain the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

The sight of Lexie, a victim of merciless violence, fueled a fire within him.

Khaz’s hands trembled as he reached for Lexie’s still form. The fear of discovering her lifeless weighed heavily on his heart.

Gently, he checked for signs of life, praying for a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded them.

The guilt gnawed at him, regret for not being there when she needed someone the most.

Relief washed over him as he detected a faint pulse, a feeble reminder that life still clung to Lexie’s battered body.

Tenderly, he cradled Lexie in his arms, vowing to do whatever it took to bring her to life .

Khaz, carrying Lexie’s battered body in his arms, navigated through the city to the surface.

Aware that those who had harmed her had no intention of aiding her or even taking care of her body, he resolved to take her to a place where help could be sought.

Presenting the situation as if he were disposing of her dead body, he skillfully convinced the guards to allow him passage.

His dedication to protecting Lexie outweighed any suspicions, and he moved with a purpose, determined to find someone who could provide the care she desperately needed.

In the aftermath of Isiah’s actions that led to the demise of the leaders in Triavert, chaos erupted within the city.

With the established order disrupted, people began to act without restraint, and a sense of lawlessness pervaded the once-organized community.

Khaz, concealed within the bustling surface city, cradled Lexie’s body in his arms.

Determined to give her a fighting chance, he channeled his divine energy into her, attempting to infuse life into her weakened form.

The hidden act of compassion and healing began, a silent plea for her to rally against the brutal assault she had endured.

Khaz’s protective instincts kicked in as he sought to find a skilled healer who could aid Lexie.

Khaz weighed his options carefully, realizing that as a person who lived in Triavert , traditional medical facilities were not readily accessible for him.

As an outlaw, Khaz held no sway over legitimate institutions, nor did he possess the means to coerce medical assistance.

Despite their tumultuous history, Isiah remained the only individual Khaz could think of who might have the skills or connections to aid Lexie in her time of need.

Resigned to his limited choices, Khaz reluctantly made the decision to seek out Isiah, knowing full well the risks involved in relying on someone with such a dubious reputation.

At his first encounter with Atrid Khaz hid that he knew who she was.

Recognizing Astrid Lourange as the personal spokesperson for the Center of Commandment in Qusda City, Khaz knew that Isiah’s potential destination was Qusda City.

With this realization, he swiftly commandeered a vehicle and set a determined course toward Qusda City, aiming to intercept Isiah and seek assistance for Lexie’s dire condition.

After a few hours of relentless driving, Khaz finally reached his destination—Qusda City.

The sprawling metropolis loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the underground chaos he left behind in Triavert.

Khaz abandoned the vehicle, carefully concealing Lexie in a secluded spot.

He swiftly changed into attire that would blend seamlessly with the Qusda citizens, determined to navigate the city incognito as he embarked on the quest to locate Astrid’s whereabouts.

The hours dragged on as Khaz navigated the bustling city, weaving through its streets in search of any clue regarding Astrid’s location.

Frustration mounted as his attempts yielded no information.

Determined and running out of options, he decided to take a bold step, confronting a medical professional to assist Lexie.

However, upon returning to Lexie’s supposed residence, he discovered her absence.

Fear and confusion gripped Khaz as he contemplated Lexie’s sudden disappearance.

The ominous possibility that the government might have played a role in her absence sent shivers down his spine.

Despite Khaz’s relentless search, Lexie remained elusive. The sprawling complexity of Qusda City concealed her whereabouts, and every effort to locate her seemed to lead to a dead end.

Frustration and worry gnawed at Khaz as he faced the daunting task of navigating the city’s labyrinthine pathways in his quest to reunite with Lexie.

Khaz’s anxiety intensified with each passing moment, his mind racing with thoughts of Lexie’s well-being.

"She can’t just vanish. Where could they have taken her?" He spoke softly. The fear of losing Lexie consumed him, and he vowed to leave no stone unturned in his quest to find her.