"I've finished translating," said Yang Lin, raising her head after poring over the text for so long. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and it was clear she had put a tremendous amount of mental and physical effort into the task.
The script of the Sacral race was obscure and difficult to decipher. Out of all the annotations on the map, she could only recognize forty percent. Another thirty percent she had figured out using contextual clues, and the remaining thirty percent she had simply had to guess.
Terrified that the ruthless Chen Duo might actually carry out his threat to kill two more people, she hadn't dared to slack off for a single second.
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