In the heart of Death River, a sudden upheaval shook the very ground beneath Johan and Ken's feet. The tranquility of the night shattered as an earthquake, fierce and unrelenting, gripped the landscape.
Trees, once standing tall and proud, swayed violently, their branches reaching for the heavens like desperate pleas for mercy. The earth rumbled beneath Johan's boots, sending shockwaves through his entire being. In the chaotic dance of nature, the magnitude of the quake surpassed anything Death River had witnessed before.
Johan's eyes widened as trees toppled around him, crashing against one another like giants engaged in a primal battle. The deafening cacophony of splintering wood and earth's protest filled the air. It was as if the very essence of Death River rebelled against the intruders, shaking the foundation of its ancient secrets.
