It had been four days since Kevin and his crew settled into the den, and the haunting effects of the yellow mamba's venom had gripped him for three long days.
"Hey, fighter, feeling up for another brawl? This one's packing the same hallucination punch," Benny quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he nudged Kevin.
"Seriously, man, give it a rest. It's been three days already," Kevin sighed, glancing at a frog lounging by the mud, its size almost matching his palm.
Viana found herself chuckling at the sight, amused by the ongoing teasing directed at Kevin from the moment he stirred awake.
With a gentle shake of his head and a smile playing on his lips, Kevin took a moment to survey his surroundings. The sky above was gradually darkening, the moon's glow casting an ethereal light that hinted at the impending transformation of this shadowy place into a radiant landscape elsewhere.
