As we rushed through the jungle, I kept thinking about the successor's terrifying warning. Our footsteps were muffled by the wet ground and fallen leaves, but my heart beat too loudly to allow for any peace. I flinched with every twig crack and tree rustling, certain that someone was watching us.
Despite the tightness in his face, Ethan's voice remained firm as he urged, "Keep moving." Despite the fact that his injuries was slowing him down, he remained unflinching in his resolve.
With her weapon still in her hands and her keen eyes sweeping the trees in front of her, Lydia took the lead. Marcus remained behind us, serving as a silent reminder that danger could strike at any time.
