"Dammit!" Franca exclaimed with frustration, her voice filled with intensity.
She scanned her surroundings, her mind racing as she pondered and speculated.
"Did we stumble upon the same thing that the missing caravan encountered? Entering that tunnel transported us to another world, erasing the original footprints? Did we vanish into thin air in Fernandez's eyes?"
Lumian had never faced such a situation before, nor had his sister Aurore written about anything similar in her novels. He couldn't make sense of what was happening.
Lost in thought, his brows furrowed, Lumian suddenly heard Franca's conjecture.
How imaginative… Lumian's initial reaction was a deep sigh before he contemplated the possibilities.
The more he considered it, the more he realized that Franca's words were eerily similar to their current predicament. He knelt down and examined the footprints once again.
