Irina was given a fright from Damien’s shout. She rubbed the soles of her feet together. Although she had left the high-temperature sand, the bottom of her feet still felt hot.

Damien handed the rope to Alva, then carried Irina and quickly ran back to the tent.

After being outside for a while, Irina’s sweat had dried off.

Irina stared at the snake tattoo on her ankle, asking worriedly, “How do you think Curtis is doing now? Can he climb up by himself?”

“Who knows?” Damien touched her soles while staring in the direction of the quicksand river.

Alva suddenly shouted, “The quicksand river is disappearing!”

For some reason, Irina...