The mudslides and flash floods converged at the cliff's edge, creating a murky waterfall that plunged down with a roar and surged into the distance.
As the vast, murky waves subsided, the muddy water began to settle, and the submerged vegetation resurfaced.
Suddenly, a faint glow struggled to emerge from the mud.
The light was faint yet incredibly resilient, a striking sight against the darkening sky.
The light faded, gradually revealing a slender figure.
Utterly exhausted, she lay sprawled on her back in the muddy grass. Her soaked clothes clung to her heaving chest, revealing a startling curve. Her bewitchingly beautiful face was devoid of color, and the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks made her look all the more fragile.
Her long, narrow eyes were half-closed, her long lashes trembling gently like fluttering wings.
After a long moment, once the last glimmer of daylight was devoured by the encroaching darkness, Evangeline slowly opened her eyes.
