Those bastards sure were fast runners.
Above, the helicopter had already spotted them. The person standing at the cabin door and peering down anxiously appeared to be Stanley.
The rope ladder had been lowered, swaying wildly with the helicopter's movements and the wind.
Felicia glanced at the distance and noticed there was still quite a way to go before they could reach the ladder. However, they were running out of time.
The collapse above was worsening by the second. In less than two minutes, this place would turn into a wasteland of rubble.
With Stephan gripping her hand and pulling her forward, Felicia felt she was already running at her limit, but his speed was even faster. Her feet barely touched the ground. She felt as though she were a kite being dragged along by him.
Dust, sand, and fragments of debris whipped at her face, clinging to her hair and clothes.
Felicia was out of breath, but she had no choice but to keep going. She gritted her teeth to endure.
And right at that moment, a massive boulder plummeted from above.
In that instant, Stephan grabbed Felicia and dodged to the side. Although his reaction was lightning-fast, the impact wave still caught them both and sent them tumbling.
As they hit the ground, Felicia heard Stephan grunt in pain.
For a brief moment, the collapse paused. Stephan shielded Felicia with his body, protecting her from the scattered debris. Several rocks had struck his back.
Felicia reached out instinctively, trying to shield him, even if it was futile.
"Are you hurt?" Felicia asked, feeling regretful. If she hadn't gone down the canyon, Stephan might have already escaped with Stanley and the others.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
He rested his head lightly against her neck as he took a couple of deep breaths. Warm air brushed against her skin, making her neck itch slightly.
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