The two of them talked as they walked deeper into the island.
The deeper they went, the more tense the atmosphere became. Both of them were sweating, and their faces were covered with beads of sweat.
Yvonne Young clutched the large scissors Isaac Brooks had given her tightly, listening attentively and observing her surroundings.
The sounds of bird calls seemed to be trying to snatch her soul, and her sweat-drenched hand became slippery.
Isaac Brooks, still in front, reassured her, "Sis, just stay close to me. You don't need to be too scared."
He held the large dagger in his hand, clearing away small trees and bushes that blocked their path with swift and powerful movements.
Because they were not sure where on the island Ella Quinn had been taken, Yvonne Young carefully inspected every area. She noticed that there were even tar roads on the island, but they were cracked and overgrown with weeds and small trees she couldn't identify.
