Did Stephan ask that because he found something?
Felicia's heart skipped a beat. Distracted, she lost sight of her footing and stepped onto a slick rock, sending her body plunging downward once again.
To make things worse, the vine she had been holding tightly couldn't bear the weight this time and snapped right out of the rock crevice.
As she felt herself falling, she clung desperately to Stephan's hand, unaware that the sudden downward pull had also yanked him off balance, causing them both to fall.
A massive spray erupted from the waterfall's pool below. The relentless current instantly swept the two tightly entwined figures out of sight.
"They… They got washed away…"
Lucas, trembling with fear, peeked over the edge of the cliff before shrinking back. No one responded to his heartbroken whisper, only a small, anxious white puppy at his feet, pacing in circles.
He finally couldn't hold it in and burst into tears.
In the distance, several beams of light moved quickly through the forest, accompanied by hurried footsteps. Charles had finally arrived at the back of the mountain with his people.
"Lucas!"
"Grandpa! Waaah!"
Lucas ran to Charles, sobbing.
Charles held him tightly. Some sharp-eyed villagers spotted Shawn sprawled out nearby, covered in blood and unmoving. They were unsure if he was dead or alive.
"Where's Felicia? Where did she go?"
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