Chapter 575 Search And Rescue Mission 11

"We must be getting close," Duke muttered, shifting his weight as the thick, muddy ground clung to his boots, making every movement feel sluggish and uncomfortable.

Kisha felt a knot tighten in her stomach, but she couldn't quite place why.

Her gaze lingered on the arm lying on the ground, and the unease settled deeper. The thick fog clouding their senses wasn't the only obstacle—they were now fighting against the sticky earth beneath them.

Each step was heavy, the mud clinging to their boots like an anchor, forcing them to move slowly.

More than once, they nearly lost their footing, and with every misstep, the feeling of vulnerability only grew stronger.

"This isn't good," Duke muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the mud-slicked ground.

The effort of slogging through it, combined with the oppressive darkness and the suffocating fog, felt like an exhausting battle with every step.