Chapter 394:
Stanton, his brow still knitted, struggled to understand Robbieâs absolute confidence in Harlee.
His eyes narrowed as he challenged Robbie.
âCould she take on all four of us by herself?â
Ritchie responded with a slow, deep look, a lazy smile playing on his lips, âNot just the four of us. If she decided to, all six of us together wouldnât stand a chance against her.â
Ritchie reminisced about the time he witnessed Harlee single-handedly defeating a small, more formidable squad.
Despite the odds, her fierce determination never wavered.
Each time she was struck down, sheâd pop a pill and rise again, fighting relentlessly until she emerged victorious.
To Ritchie, Harlee was an unstoppable force, a terror in human form.
His belief in her skills solidified that day, understanding that her hobbies of designing dresses, tinkering with airplane systems, and hacking into the worldâs most secure networks were merely diversions.
Harleeâs true prowess was in combat.
Stantonâs face was somber, his eyes a fathomless mix of emotions, yet he found himself too drained to fret over anything else.
As they delved deeper, the air grew chillier. They skirted the boundary of the rainforest, a path that would lead them out of Uwhor, but the ambiance shifted drastically. Stanton now grasped why this particular gateway in Uwhor was essential for anyone venturing into the rainforest.
Explore stories on gⱯðµð·Ïνð®ðµð¼.cоm
On the other side, the mood lightened. With Harleeâs presence, Tonya lost any fear of the lurking perils, her conversation flowing freely. Kendall, catching the infectious spirit of Tonyaâs enthusiasm, slowly unwound.
As the clock neared eleven that night, Harlee ushered Tonya and Kendall to halt and rest. She scrutinized the foliage and the lay of the land with a practiced eye, pinpointing signs of frequent predator visits.
Deciding on safety, she had them nestle for the night up in the trees.
With the break of dawn, they continued their trek.
Before long, they came upon a towering field of reeds, three meters high.
Harlee stopped dead in her tracks. Sensing her abrupt tension, Tonya and Kendall snapped to attention, their senses sharpening.
Gauging the direction of the wind, Harlee locked her gaze on a particular section of the reeds, half a kilometer distant.
A fleeting glimmer of icy resolve passed through her eyes as she warned in a low tone, âSomeoneâs out there. Stay alert.â
No sooner had her warning cut through the silence than Tonya and Kendall drew their weapons.
Deep within the towering three-meter reeds, Rhys and Amory were tending to the last surviving assassin of Dark Night, who had narrowly escaped a bearâs deadly embrace. They held their breath, waiting silently for the bear to depart.
A mere five hours earlier, Rhys and Amory had been navigating the fringes of the rainforest with caution.
A sudden, unnerving sensation stopped them in their tracks. Sharing a knowing look, they swiftly concealed themselves among the reeds. Their instincts had led them right to the elusive hideout of Dark Night.
.
.
.