"She is Galilea's substitute,” Camden responded. “I see," Peter acknowledged, his heart filled with compassion, and he gently shook his head.

In this line of work, substitutes were not an uncommon sight.

However, only a handful of them garnered recognition, for various reasons.

Martial arts substitutes typically lacked conventional beauty, while other substitutes bore a striking resemblance to the actors. Yet, they remained enigmatic to the audience and faced disdain from the actors' devoted fans.

With a discerning gaze, Peter observed Sabrina suspended in the air. Despite her occasional lack of finesse, she exuded courage. Her movements brimmed with a captivating blend of tension and grace. Peter could sense her unwavering trust in the wire operator as she dedicated herself to the art of combat.

Had she not been a substitute, her path to stardom would have been considerably smoother with the assistance of a skilled marketing team.

Camden shared Peter's satisfaction and instructed Sabrina to perform a few more maneuvers.

By the time the director issued his command, Sabrina found herself utterly exhausted. Her arms throbbed with pain, rendering them almost immobile. Her attire provided little insulation against the elements, yet she remained impervious to the cold, drenched in sweat instead.

She bowed her head and eased her tension, allowing the wire operator to

‘lower her gradually.

Behind the camera, Bradley, perplexed, filled a glass of warm water for Sabrina. Observing her imminent descent, he intended to inquire about her situation while presenting her with the water.

Sabrina alighted and received instructions from the director during the break. Bradley confirmed she was Sabrina.

He wondered why she assumed the role of a substitute. And why as Galilea's substitute?

In the blink of an eye, the wire suddenly snapped.

The rupture occurred with such swiftness that nobody had a chance to react.

A solitary wire remained and Sabrina immediately found herself off balance.

As she descended, the last wire abruptly snapped as well.

Bradley, quick to regain his composure, cast aside the cup and hastened toward her. "Sabrina!"

Other members of the crew also rushed forward, offering their support to Sabrina, their voices filled with concern. "Are you injured?"

“Do you require an ambulance? Are you alright?” “Your arm appears to be hurt!" Sabrina's heart raced and her complexion turned pallid.