My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 378

Kisha and Duke enjoyed a peaceful, undisturbed ten hours of sleep within the tranquil space. As Kisha awoke, she took a deep breath, her smile growing as the fragrant scent of flowers filled her lungs.

The soft sunlight filtered through her thick, curly eyelashes, fluttering like delicate butterfly wings.

"You’re awake?" Duke’s hoarse voice resonated softly beside her, laced with a touch of warmth and affection. When Kisha opened her eyes, she was greeted by his tender gaze.

He lay on his side, propping his head up with his right arm, his expression filled with quiet adoration as he watched her.

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "You can sleep a little longer if you want," he whispered softly, his voice soothing and tender.

"Why are you trying to send me back to sleep? You’re the one who should rest a little longer," Kisha teased with a playful pout, turning to face him with a soft smile.

"How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?" She gently brushed his bangs off his forehead, her fingers trailing down to rub his chin. Duke’s smile widened, his eyes growing even softer as he gazed at her. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

"I’m fine, better than ever," he murmured, pulling Kisha into his embrace. He held her close, savoring the quiet moment with her wrapped securely in his arms.

The two remained like that for an indeterminate amount of time, simply enjoying the peace.

After the intense night they’d endured, where a single mistake could have led to them being overwhelmed by zombies from any side—whether Bald Eagle’s or Vulture’s—or even from their own positions, the gravity of their situation was clear.

They had fought relentlessly, knowing that if they let their guard slip for even a moment, the zombies would pile over the walls, using the carcasses of their fallen as leverage, and the outcome would have been catastrophic.

Kisha understood this all too well, without the need for words. Both of them were on the front lines, fully aware of how precarious their situation had been.

But Duke had faced even greater danger, pushing himself to the limit, overexerting his body and depleting his energy core more than once to keep them safe.

They didn’t need to speak to recognize the silent weight of the battle they had survived.

Even without Kisha and Duke saying it, the other warriors and soldiers likely realized the gravity of the situation as well.

That’s why they all remained on high alert, even after the battle had ended, their senses still sharp, knowing the danger was never truly far behind.

With this realization, Duke and Kisha felt an even stronger urge to treasure every moment they could spend with each other and their families.

The world they lived in no longer offered stability or peace, and each passing second held a weight they couldn’t afford to take for granted.

Kisha understood this all too well, which is why, despite her urge to be angry with Duke for ignoring his limits and taking dangerous risks—especially after she had repeatedly warned him not to deplete his spiritual energy—she found it difficult to express her frustration.

However, her anger was tempered by her rationality. After all, Duke’s family was within the base, and if his side fell, it would leave them vulnerable to attacks from all directions.

She realized that, if she were in his position with limited options, she might have acted similarly.

Kisha leaned closer to Duke’s sturdy chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sound filled her with relief and gratitude, a reminder that he was still alive beside her.

For a fleeting moment, the memory of the fear she had felt when Duke sacrificed himself to save her washed over her again, a stark reminder of the fragility of their existence.