"Hey, Oliver, slow down!" Aaliyah yelled, grabbing Oliver's hand and making him halt.
A thunder flash, heavy rain damping down everything around them.
"Everything will be fine," Aaliyah said, looking at him, "calm down—."
"You don't understand, Aaliyah," Oliver replied, turning to look at her, "...I have to find both Azariah and Aimar before something happens to them."
"You are worrying too muc—."
"I am not," he cut in, his voice filled with desperation, "...if you knew what I do, you would worry as well."
He turned around, rushing inside the jungle again, razor-sharp leaves cutting some parts of his skin, but he didn't care much.
His gaze turned towards the center of the island, his chest heaving with anxiety as he thought of the worst possible outcome.
"Oliver!" Aaliyah yelled, grabbing him with both her hands, "...What are you doing?!"
"I am trying to find them!"
