Chapter 510
Deep within the fog, Dexter and Myra staggered forward slowly.
Eventually, Myra collapsed. “I can’t go on… I’m so thirsty… and so tired…”
They hadn’t had a sip of water all day, nor anything to eat
As far
Even the strongest person would be on the verge of collapse, let alone someone like Myra, who had lived a life of luxury. The fact she had made it this was already a miracle.
Dexter hurriedly reached out to help her up, but he was also at his limit, and he was a beat too slow,
Both of them fell to the ground, their legs numb and painfully swollen. They were so exhausted that they couldn’t even lift a finger.
“I just want water.” Myra mumbled.
Water was everywhere in the rainforest. Whether it was on the leaves or in the puddles on the ground. Yet even as their throats burned with thirst, the couple had resisted drinking it.
Any water they drank from here would be teeming with bacteria and parasites. It would mean certain death if they got sick.
But pushed to her breaking point, Myra could no longer hold back. She crawled over and reached for a clump of leaves nearby, tilting her head back to drink the droplets clinging to them.
She had never been so desperate, yet water had never tasted as sweet. She crawled forward, drinking from one leaf to the next.
Dexter struggled to his feet, intending to stop her. But before he could speak, a rustling came from the fog behind him.
What was that?
Dexter took a few steps forward cautiously and sighed in relief when he didn’t see any wild animals. That was until he noticed the fallen leave covered in something dark, like a layer of black mud. But why was the mud moving?
Dexter’s blood ran cold. The mud was actually a massive swarm of black ants!
“Myra, run!” Dexter yelled. When he saw Myra still drinking water, he rushed over, yanking her up and dragging her along with him.
“W–What’s going on?” Myra resisted. She hadn’t rested enough and didn’t want to move. But when she heard the sound behind her, she instinctively glanced back, and the sight seared itself into her memory forever.
A surging tide of black and red ants was moving in all directions, their sheer number sending chills down her spine.
Each ant was five times the size of a normal one, with pincers at the front and a short, sharp stinger at the rear.
If they were bitten, or worse, swarmed by the colony, they would be stripped to just their bones in moments!
The strength that humans could summon in the face of mortal danger was astonishing.
Though the couple had been too weak to move just moments ago, now, under the threat of these deathly ants, they clung tightly to each other and ran for their lives
Even so, one ant managed to crawl onto Dexter’s leg, biting into his heel
The pain was excruciating, and he let out a cry of agony.
Myra glanced at him worriedly, but he barked, “Don’t stop! Keep running! Don’t look back!”
They were running a race against death itself
But disaster struck again. Ahead of them, the path suddenly ended.
They had been running too fast to stop in time. Without even realizing it, the two of them plunged over the edge of a cliff.
