Camila wiped her eyes, smudging her face with dirt.

She sniffled and queried, “Forrest, will he make it?"

Despite knowing the improbability of such a miracle, Forrest reassured her, “God willing, he'll be safe."

Camila smiled stiffly.

Meanwhile, Alick sat nearby with red-rimmed eyes.

His condition mirrored Camila's despair.

As a man, he struggled to maintain composure.

The sight of the two corpses had shaken him deeply.

Buzz, buzz—

His phone vibrated.

With a hoarse voice, he answered, “Hello.”

"Alick..."

"Willie?"

Upon hearing Willie's voice, Alick rose with excitement!

Rushing over, Camila grabbed Alick, curious. "Who rang you?"

Alick, after a pause, placed a hand on Camila's arm to soothe her, inquiring, “That you, Willie?"

He was unsure if his ears played tricks on him.

“It's me."

Alick exhaled deeply, questioning, "Your whereabouts?"

"In Clouland—"