Chapter 652: The Price of Revenge

The final kilometer was a silent, grueling testament to human endurance. Every snapped twig sounded like a gunshot in the oppressive quiet of the jungle night. The adrenaline that had fueled their escape from Xenez Village had long since evaporated, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and the throbbing pain of a dozen minor wounds. Daniel, at the head of the formation, moved with a grim economy of motion, his senses stretched to their absolute limit, scanning the suffocating darkness for any...