Brooke opened his eyes again, already in a dense jungle, surrounded by thorns, the sky and the woods stood.
Finally breathed the green air!
Staying in that ice-cold place again, she will be frozen into a popsicle.
She looked at her arm and suffered. The wound was bleeding in the cold weather just now, but it quickly froze, so she still had the strength to escape.
But now, at normal temperatures, there is some warmth in the forest, and the wounds are decaying quickly.
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