Chapter 1201: Biting the Hand That Saved You

Anya climbed down the sheer cliff face, inch by inch. Worried that something might go wrong, she kept her pace slow, testing every foothold and scanning her surroundings. It was pointless. White fog hemmed her in on all sides, and a thunderous rush of water battered her ears. All that "caution" amounted to was a thin layer of comfort for her nerves. Even so, when Anya had descended a little over twenty meters, trouble still found her. A violent pull yanked at her from behind. It was so strong...