Chapter 68

• It was 2:00 AM, and the heavy rain had been pouring relentlessly since last night. The thunder rumbled ominously, drowning out the pitter-patter of raindrops.
• In the place where Azalea's body was buried, a sudden bolt of lightning hit the grave. The ground cracked open beneath a towering oak tree, where the grave was.
• From within the depths of the grave, a hand eerily emerged, pale and lifeless. The thunder crashed violently as the body of Azalea came to view. Her eyes remained closed, her face pale, almost as if in deep sleep.