The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 78: The Final Trump Card
She suddenly stood up, her heart racing.
She immediately spotted the thick vines entwining the edge of the cave.
The branches were sturdy, coiling in layers.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the nearest one, giving it a fierce tug.
The vine snapped with a "crack" sound from the rock crevice.
Then, she pulled in all the vines she could see, piling them up at the cave entrance.
The vines were both tough and thick, with a rough surface, yet extremely sturdy.
She sat cross-legged on the laid-out beast skin, and quickly picked up a vine with her hands.
Her fingertips swiftly wound, twisted, and knotted.
She twisted the loose vines together, weaving them into a thick, continuous rope.
After finishing a small section, she stopped, pulling it hard with both hands.
She used all her strength to test its firmness.
The rope was finally ready, hanging down before her.
It was sturdier than she had anticipated.
But she still wasn’t at ease, her brows furrowed tightly.
This cliff, it was high enough to scare anyone to death.
Looking up, she couldn’t see the top; looking down, she couldn’t see the bottom.
What if it broke mid-air?
Even a momentary break would be enough to shatter her to pieces.
Taking a deep breath, she forced down the fear in her heart.
Slowly, she took out a thick, sturdy beast skin from her space ring.
It was a trophy Wyatt Yardley had given her earlier.
She took out the short knife Wyatt Yardley gave her and cut the beast skin into thumb-width strips.
Then, she interwove these strips with the vines, fixing them with firm knots, joining them section by section into an even longer rope.
The rope was finally long enough, spanning almost the entire length of the cave.
Seraphina Caldwell dragged it to the back of the cave, searching the rock wall for a moment.
Finally, she locked her eyes on a large stone firmly wedged in a crevice.
The stone was as tall as a person, with a gray-brown surface full of cracks.
But its base was deeply embedded in the rock layer.
Without hesitation, she tightly wrapped one end of the rope around the stone three times.
Then, she grabbed the other end of the rope with both hands, yanking it back forcefully.
Her whole body leaned back, using her weight to test its bearing capacity.
The stone didn’t budge an inch, firmly wedged in place.
Only at this moment did she finally let out half a breath.
After finishing these preparations, she slowly walked to the edge of the cave entrance, gripping the rope tightly, and began to lower it inch by inch.
The rope slowly descended, extending towards the dense mist at the bottom of the cliff.
As the rope gradually lowered, her heartbeat quickened.
This high cliff, she had never climbed it in her entire life.
Not afraid?
That’s definitely a lie.
But thinking of that precious bottle of Spiritual Spring Water in her space ring, she gritted her teeth.
If she truly fell, severely injured, but still breathing, the Spiritual Spring Water could save her life.
This was her last card, her only hope.
Taking a deep breath, her lungs ached with the expansion.
Then she gripped the rope tightly with both hands, her nails almost embedding into the vine skin.
Her feet stepped on the cold, rough rock wall, each step taken cautiously.
She moved down little by little, keeping her body close to the rock surface, trying to keep her center of gravity near the rock to minimize wobbling.
At first, it was okay, although slow, her movements were fairly stable.
But after climbing for more than ten minutes, her arms began to ache unbearably.
The protruding stones on the rock wall had cut her palms.
Beads of blood continuously emerged, sliding down along her fingers, staining the rope red.
She didn’t dare stop, nor breathe heavily, afraid that one moment of distraction would result in a fall.
She could only grit her teeth, her gums almost bleeding.
The mountain wind howled and roared past her ears, causing her body to sway violently.
Several times, her foot slipped, missing the stone crevice, relying solely on her hands gripping the rope with all her might to avoid falling.
She didn’t know how long she climbed, her arms completely unable to lift.
Just when she was on the verge of despair, her fingertips finally touched the end of the rope.
The woven end had a sturdy knot, indicating she had reached the bottom.
But when she looked down.
She was still three to four meters above the ground!
Below was still thick, impenetrable white mist, obscuring everything from view.
She hung in mid-air, her feet dangling, caught between advancing and retreating.
Climb back up?
She had no strength left, not even enough to raise her hand.
Jump down?
Afraid of sharp rocks beneath the fog, resulting in a bloody, disastrous end.
The wind still blew, the rope still swayed.
She glanced at her space ring, where the bottle of Spiritual Spring Water sat quietly, her last hope.
She also touched the short knife, the cold handle giving her a faint sense of security.
Finally, her eyes darkened, and with a steely resolve, she made a decision.
Instead of waiting to fall from exhaustion, better to jump herself.
At least she could pick a seemingly safe spot, avoiding a shatteringly fatal fall.
She squinted her eyes, staring intently below, her gaze sweeping inch by inch through the dim light.
Finally, she vaguely saw a patch of deep green shrubs.
The leaves were dense, with a thick underlayer.
It seemed like it could cushion her fall somewhat.
She took a deep breath, her fingers gripping a crevice in the rock wall tightly.
Then, she let go of her hands, her body sliding swiftly half a meter down the steep rock face.
Using this downward inertia, she launched herself towards the shrub!
With a "bang," she crashed heavily into the pile of fallen leaves.
Her knees buckled, painfully kneeling on the dead leaves.
Her back grazed several sharp stones.
The rough rock face carved a burning pain on her skin.
Luckily, the layers upon layers of fallen leaves and interwoven shrub branches absorbed most of the impact.
Otherwise, her bones might have already been broken.
Fortunately, despite the severe pain she now felt.
She had all her limbs intact, her bones weren’t broken, and her organs weren’t shattered.
Lying on the ground, her chest heaved violently, panting heavily.
It took quite a while for her to slowly push herself up.
Her hands supported on the moist, soft leaves, the pain piercing through her palms.
She lowered her head to rub her numb knees, looking at the water blisters on her abraded palms, finally feeling at ease.
She managed to survive, not crashing into a pile of mush upon landing.
Just as she was about to reach into her space to get some Spiritual Spring Water to clean her wounds.
A sound suddenly came to her ear.
Her back instantly straightened, her entire body tensed, her hand reaching for the short knife at her waist, fingertips gripping the handle, drawing it out half an inch without hesitation.
In the next instant, the shrubs were suddenly flung open, leaves scattering everywhere.
A medium-sized hyena leaped out, its fur gray-brown.
Its mouth dripped with stinking, foul saliva, its fangs exposed, gleaming with a chilling cold light.
Seraphina Caldwell’s heart jumped to her throat.
She knew about hyenas.
Sly, brutal, they traditionally move in packs, never heard of one hunting alone.
Seeing this one appearing alone, it made her even more wary.
She gripped the short knife tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes scanning the grass, her ears standing tall like a rabbit.
The sound of wind, rustling leaves, insect chirps...
Luckily, besides the hyena from before, no other disturbances came from elsewhere.
"Just one..."
She muttered softly, her tense nerves slightly relaxed.
She slowly stood up, her feet firmly on the slippery, wet ground, resting the knife across her chest.
Having just fallen from the cliff, her strength hadn’t recovered, her movements were slow, fighting head-on would be courting death.
The only way to survive was to wait for it to pounce first.
