The members of the Fischer family pressed on through the jungle, each deeply questioning in their hearts the most important matter.
Can we survive?
Byrne's body trembled slightly, feeling extremely tense, not only for himself but also because his father had not returned.
The great Lord of the Lost conveyed His will, devoid of sadness or joy, as if it were destined.
He said, the father had led away a portion of the enemies.
Byrne had never felt so tense while fighting alongside his father or when facing danger alone; yet now, deep within, he was consumed by fear and worry.
He won't die, he definitely won't. That old man will always find a way to survive until the end, hasn't it always been like that?
Byrne shuddered, the fear within growing ever more immense and unshakable.
The group strained to stealthily make their way out of the jungle, hoping to avoid detection by the Cyart people. Finally, they emerged from the woods to find themselves on a vast expanse of snow.
