Leon's sound echoed through the dense jungle as if amplified by a giant speaker. At that moment, the jungle seemed to stretch infinitely, offering no way out.
Kely couldn't hold back anymore and began sobbing, while Taylor's face grew grim. Right now, she also wanted Matthew to put Leonard down, but she was just ordinary. Matthew held their survival in his hands—they had no right to make demands of him, especially one that meant abandoning another person's life.
Matthew stood still, brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and hesitation.
He knew the reason they couldn't escape wasn't entirely because of Leonard. It was because there were five of them. According to the vision Nerio had drawn, one person could only take three others.
"Plop, plop..."
A sound, like something emerging from water, rippled through the air. The atmosphere suddenly felt damp. Tree branches and leaves dripped with moisture, and the fading sunset grew dimmer and dimmer.
