The other guards drank water from nearby mountain streams. Being in a rainforest, the water was dirty and required filtering, sterilizing with purification tablets, and boiling before consumption.

Andy explained patiently, “Ms. Rosario, the drinking water is limited and reserved for essential use. If you need to wash your face, I can take you to the waterfall.”

“Ugh… Fine.”

Johanna, though reluctant, readily agreed, buoyed by her good mood.

The Russell family’s campsite was near a water source. A short walk through wild grass led to the sound of rushing water. Ahead, a waterfall cascaded into a stream below, creating a lush, verdant, and picturesque scene—if one ignored the rainforest's inherent dangers.

Johanna approached the stream, scooped up water to wash her hands, then removed her shoes, commenting, “You guys sure know how to pick a spot.”

Andy scanned the area for safety, then said, “Ms. Rosario, take your time. I’ll patrol. Call if you need anything.”

“Alright. Go on, then.”

Johanna leisurely washed her face, savoring a rare moment of comfort. Given the chance, she would have bathed. The humid environment was stifling, and after the previous night's trek, she felt utterly filthy.

As she dried herself, she enjoyed the serene beauty and silence. However, things seemed too quiet.

A chill ran down her spine. Andy had gone too far, leaving her alone. Fear gripped her. She hurriedly put on her shoes, intending to return to camp. As she turned, she heard a faint rustling behind her.

Was it a wild animal?

Panic surged. She tried to run, but before she could move, hands emerged from the grass, pulling her down.

“Ah! Hel–mmph!”

Her scream was cut short. She struggled, then heard a familiar voice—one that haunted her dreams.

“Johanna, it’s me.”

The figure stepped into view.

Johanna’s eyes widened in disbelief. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, deep within the canyon, a group pressed forward toward a marked spot, said to contain a kingdom and its treasures. Excitement and greed were etched on their faces. After days of toil, searching, and losses, they had reached their destination.

The Carrell family trailed behind.

Kayla followed Pete. Days of relentless trekking and dangers had left her exhausted and worn. Her radiant complexion was now pale and haggard.

She asked, “Pete, is this the right place? There’s nothing here. Where’s the legendary kingdom? Is it a kingdom of dwarves?”

She glanced at the canyon walls and muttered, “Or maybe an ant kingdom?”

Pete chuckled, his gaze lingering on her. He raised a finger to his lips and whispered, “Shhh. Don’t speak. We’ve…”