Chapter 638:
Such fierce weather was rare, yet here, in this forsaken mining land, it was no stranger.
Rylie gathered with the scholars, but no one could map out a path.
“The mountains are merciless,” one of them said. “Few men are as strong as the admiral’s troops. Snow followed by rain, avalanches ready to strike, and the land waiting to crumble — it’s a death trap.”
Another sighed, “At this point, all we can do is pray for a miracle.”
“It’s been three days already. I’m growing restless. The longer it drags on, the slimmer the hope.”
“What else can be done? We wait. We send a team to the nearest entrance and try to connect with Admiral Morgan.”
Rylie pressed her mind for answers, but the truth was bitter — the scholars were right. There was no safe path in. All she could do was wait, standing helpless at the mountain’s edge, praying for a crack of hope.
As the days dragged on, spirits in the camp began to sink.
Soldiers busied themselves by day, but by night, whispers carried through the cold air to Rylie’s ears.
Many believed Brad’s choice to risk his life for Felix was reckless, even meaningless.
The secret of Brad’s disappearance soon found its way to the Morgan family in Crolens.
Sean was the first to react. Fury struck him like lightning, followed quickly by dread. Without delay, he arranged a helicopter for the Pineveil Mountains.
Cillian’s family followed suit, hurrying to join the flight.
Frieda leaned against her youngest son, Frank. Her voice was low, trembling with sorrow. “I feel awful. I didn’t raise him, but he is still my son. I cannot bear the thought of Brad dying like this.”
Lɒtєst ϲh𝒶ptєrs ιn g𝓪lnovеℓ𝓈.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Frank’s face held both feigned grief and strength. He spoke gently. “I understand, Mother. Brad will find a way to turn this around.”
Cillian placed a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. His voice was firm, weighed down with meaning. “If your brother truly does not return, the family’s future will rest on you.”
That night, two helicopters lifted into the storm.
Back at camp, the air grew tense as word spread of Sean’s arrival.
No one knew who had leaked the news, but several scholars glanced toward Rylie with worry in their eyes.
On the fourth morning, Sean’s helicopter landed roughly, buffeted by the mountain winds. With the help of his butler and guards, the old man descended. The sharp eyes that once carried an eagle’s might now showed only exhaustion and tightly held anger.
Cillian and Frieda followed, their faces calm, unreadable.
Frank hurried to his grandfather’s side, steadying him. His voice was soft but filled with loyalty. “Grandfather, don’t let worry consume you. Brad will be safe. You must protect yourself. The family still needs your strength.”
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