After several hours in the air, Calvin and Lizzie finally touched down in Tarius, Barrion. As they stepped off the plane, the weight of their mission pressed heavily on them, their anxiety palpable. The scene before them was one of organized chaos. Aid from various countries was being sorted and distributed to makeshift tents that served as shelters for refugees and the wounded.Calvin looked around, taking in the makeshift tents and the hurried movements of aid workers. Lizzie stood beside him, her expression one of concern. "We need to get back to Bacca from here," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I don't know how we're going to do that. The distance between Tarius and Bacca is still quite far."Calvin thought for a moment, then a spark of an idea lit up his eyes. "I have an idea," he said, his tone resolute. He approached a nearby aid worker, who was busy organizing supplies. "Excuse me," Calvin said, trying to catch the worker's attention. "I have medical knowledg

The next morning, the sun cast a soft, golden glow over the camp as Calvin and Lizzie resumed their work at the main treatment center. The air was filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps, hushed conversations, and the occasional cry of pain from a patient. Calvin moved with purpose, his hands deftly cleaning and dressing wounds, checking vitals, and offering reassuring words to those in distress. His skill and efficiency were apparent, and it didn't take long for Lindsay to take notice."You're really good at this," Lindsay remarked, her voice cutting through the ambient noise as she watched Calvin expertly tend to a deep laceration on a young man's arm. Her dark brown eyes, sharp and discerning, fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. "Are you a doctor?"Calvin hesitated, the question hanging in the air for a moment. He glanced at Lizzie, who was busy comforting a small child nearby, then shook his head. "No, I just know how to do this. I've had some training and exp

As soon as Calvin and Lizzie stepped into their old house, the distant sound of footsteps and vehicles shattered the silence. It was a patrol of Han Xin soldiers. Calvin and Lizzie quickly ducked inside, their hearts pounding in unison. The familiar walls, now shrouded in dust and decay, offered a haunting sense of refuge. Unfortunately, one of the soldiers decided to check Calvin's old house. They couldn't afford to be caught.Calvin tensed up, his ears straining to pick up the rumbling engines and the clatter of boots drawing nearer. "That's a Han Xin patrol," he whispered, his eyes wide with controlled panic.Lizzie felt her blood run cold. "We have to hide," she said, her voice trembling but firm. They quickly scanned the room, searching for a hiding spot in the house they once knew so well.Calvin pulled Lizzie toward an old wardrobe in the corner of the room, its door half-broken and covered in thick dust. "Here," he said, opening the wardrobe door and helping Lizzie inside. The

When the lid opened, Calvin and Lizzie were shocked to find another, smaller chest inside, and it was locked. Lizzie floated back to the ground, the green light fading from her body until she was just Lizzie again."Is there no key?" Lizzie asked, her voice tinged with frustration and worry.Calvin began searching the room frantically, rifling through the old boxes and forgotten items. "There has to be a key somewhere," he muttered, his hands shaking slightly with urgency. He lifted up old books, peered behind dusty furniture, and searched every nook and cranny, but the key remained elusive.As he continued his search, a noise from outside reached their ears—a series of footsteps growing steadily closer. Calvin froze, his eyes widening in alarm. "Lizzie," he whispered, "I think those are Han Xin soldiers. They might have seen the light from your amulet and are coming back to check."Lizzie's face paled as she glanced around the room. "What do we do? We can't get caught here."Calvin t

Lindsay and the convoy group had gathered at the rendezvous point, anxiously watching the horizon. The air was thick with tension, and every minute felt like an eternity. They knew the risk of waiting too long in such a vulnerable spot.“Calvin and Lizzie aren’t back yet,” Lindsay muttered, her voice tinged with worry as she scanned the distance for any sign of her friends.One of the convoy members, a grizzled man named Marcus, shook his head. “We have to leave now, Lindsay. The drones are already in the air, and staying here puts us all at risk.”Lindsay bit her lip, torn between loyalty and practicality. “Just a few more minutes. They’ll make it,” she insisted, her eyes darting around nervously.Another member, a young woman named Elena, glanced nervously at the sky. “Lindsay, the drones are getting closer. We can’t afford to be here when they start their sweep.”Lindsay clenched her fists, her frustration growing. She couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Calvin and Lizzie behind,