"Damn... really damn it!"
The sun had climbed high, the sunlight on the armor radiated waves of scorching heat.
Garcia clutched the alloy railing at the riverbank tightly, his knuckles already turning a terrifying shade of black, his consciousness flickering in and out.
He had never felt so desperate, so... helpless.
Reflecting on his luck, since offending Cheng Ye, it has been like misfortune was haunting him; declining steadily, one bad event after another.
The White Water River below shimmered with waves, occasionally a large fish would break the surface, splashing water; it seemed much calmer than at night.
But he didn't dare gamble, didn't dare dive in to check if the bodies of his team members were still there, didn't dare confirm if those Ghost Water Cave Crab infected bodies were still lurking nearby, and certainly didn't dare recall the fleeting glimpse in the depths last night.
