The group had made the tough decision to abandon the plane. With only two days' worth of food left, they knew staying meant a slow death. Without a clear goal, but with the hope of finding something that could help them survive, Yassmin, Sara, Yassir, Zhilan,Aria, Thaiel, Aracne, Lyra, and Neith ventured into the unknown surroundings. Ardyn, still unconscious, was carried on Aracne's back.
The landscape was hostile, a vast wasteland of barren lands and gray skies that seemed to absorb all hope. The air was heavy, laden with an almost palpable oppression that made each breath burn inside. Yet, none of them dared to vocalize their fears or complaints. At that moment, they all knew they had to push harder than ever.
