But before the guard could even complete his sentence, Mitchel had already descended from the helicopter using a rappelling rope.

The pilot skillfully adjusted the helicopter's position.

Taking the chance, Mitchel leaped and grabbed a thick branch. He then gestured with his white glove, signaling that he had landed safely on the tree.

Misael had been clinging on without sleep for so long that he felt utterly drained, yet he continued to shiver uncontrollably. visibly frightened.

Mitchel gently took Misael's hand, embracing him firmly, and asked with a deep voice, "Can you talk?"

Misael nodded and then quickly shook his head.

Mitchel's eyes were pitch-black, his body colder than it appeared.

“Who handed you this scarf..."

Mitchel seemed to be suppressing his voice, as if afraid that even a slight carelessness would shatter his hopes.

Misael's face was streaked with tears and fear. "A lady... A stunning lady..." The fear of the night and his empty stomach made it hard for Misael to put his thoughts into words. But the most crucial message stuck in his mind. "She told me she's Janey's mother..."

At that moment, Mitchel's deep, dark eyes filled with intensity, his heart sinking.

"Uh..." Raegan woke up, coming back to consciousness. Without meaning to, she moaned from the pain.

Gradually, she opened her eyes, feeling bruises and discomfort everywhere. Yet, through the pain, a spark of happiness ignited. She was still alive!

Raegan lifted her arm, trying to move the hair blocking her view to take in her surroundings.

At a glance, everything appeared okay, but a closer look nearly scared her senseless.

She found herself in a small hollow partway up the mountain. Directly beneath her was a sheer drop, plunging hundreds of meters down! Next to her, an old, oversized tire rested.

Back when Raegan teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, she recalled how mud had shoved her away, triggering her survival instinct to grasp onto whatever was within reach. It seemed this tire had saved her from being buried alive.

Yet, her current predicament felt almost as dire as a burial. The depression was barely large enough for one person. Any slight movement threatened to dislodge more stones.

She even questioned if the ground under her could hold anything heavier than fifty kilograms.

Moreover, the night looked to be falling in less than two hours.