Chapter 409

The rain poured in torrents as violent winds howled.

Timothy Gold paced frantically along the cliff's edge, veins bulging on his forehead. His fists clenched so tightly his nails dug deep into his palms.

Beatrice Quincy collapsed in the muddy ground, tears mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face. Her gaze remained fixed on the abyss below, lips trembling wordlessly.

On the deck of the Southern Cross, Julian Langley slammed his fist against the railing. He tried multiple times to rush to the rescue, only to be restrained by the crew.

"Let me go! That's my sister!" His furious roar was swallowed by the storm.

The live stream's danmu exploded with messages:

[This weather is terrifying! Please stay safe!]

[I cried when Evelyn Laurent rushed out—Ethan Sullivan chasing after her was so heroic!]

[Bianca Fairchild ran so fast she lost her shoes—now that's true sibling devotion!]

Victoria Langley stood by the window, hands balled into fists. Rain lashed against the glass like the frantic pounding of her heart.

"God, please..." she whispered, eyes locked on the distant cliffs.

Below the precipice, Evelyn Laurent's raincoat tore against jagged branches. Wiping rainwater from her face, she pressed forward in her search.

"Split up!" Ethan Sullivan called to her. "Stay alert!"

Evelyn nodded before disappearing into another thicket. Her flashlight beam flickered weakly through the downpour.

Bianca Fairchild was the first to reach the ravine's base. Muddy water already swallowed her ankles, each step a struggle.

"Xander Quincy!" Her shout was drowned by thunder.

Then—she spotted claw marks on the rockface. Following the trail, her eyes landed on the faint outline of a pitch-black cave.

Her pulse spiked. Stumbling forward, she ran toward the cavern, rain dripping from her hair.

Was someone inside?

Hands shaking, she raised her flashlight. The beam pierced the darkness...