Rhys slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was met with an unfamiliar sight – a clearing surrounded by dense foliage, with a bright blue sky above. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him to lie back down.As he struggled to remember, fragments of his last conversation with Rio in his space came flooding back. They had been discussing the project, and then…the plane crash. Rhys’s mind reeled as he tried to piece together what had happened.He was alive. But how?Rhys tentatively sat up again, taking in his surroundings. He was in a clearing, with no sign of civilization in sight. Where was he?Panic set in as Rhys scrambled to his feet, stumbling around the clearing. He called out, but his voice was swallowed by the trees. As he looked around, Rhys realized that he was on some sort of unfamiliar place. But how did he get here? And where was everyone else?Rhys stumbled through the underbrush, desperate for answers. He tripped a

With that, the connection was lost. Rhys was left standing alone, his mind racing with questions and doubts. But he knew what he had to do. He would destroy the barrier, no matter what it took. He would escape the island and find a way back home.With newfound determination, Rhys set off towards the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As he walked, the landscape around him began to shift and change, the skies growing darker and the air thickening with an otherworldly energy. Rhys could feel the power of the barrier pulsing through the air, a constant reminder of his task. Rhys could also feel the power of the starheart calling to him, drawing him deeper into the heart of the island.And then, in the distance, he saw it. A glowing light, pulsing with an energy that seemed to resonate deep within his very being. The starheart.Rhys’s heart quickened as he approached the artifact, his senses heightened as he reached out to touch its radiant surface. And as he did, he f

He felt that it was too soon for him to battle after absorbing the starheart but he did it anyway. As he sat there to meditate, Rhys felt a strange sensation wash over him. The starheart’s power, which had fueled his battle, was now fading away. With a burst of strength, Rhys stood up, his eyes locked on the woman’s defeated form. He knew he had won, but he also knew that this was far from over. The woman’s group would not take kindly to her defeat, and Rhys would have to be prepared to face them once again.Rhys soon realize that he was almost close to the edge of a cliff and as he looked out over the edge of the cliff, Rhys felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if something was calling out to him, beckoning him to come closer.But Rhys felt a sense of unease. The sensation was not quite right. It was too intense, too overpowering. He was about to turn around to leave, when a figure suddenly jumped out from behind him. Rhys tried to react, but it was too late. The figur

Harrison’s face was expressionless, but Christopher looked like he was enjoying the show. Alessandro’s eyes were narrowed in concern, but he said nothing. Atlas’s face reddened with anger, but he seemed to be enjoying the challenge. “We’ll see about that,” he sneered, before turning and storming out of the room.The meeting ended shortly after, with the family members going their separate ways. But the tension lingered, like a challenge thrown down. It was clear that Atlas was not going to give up easily, and that Elena’s refusal had only made him more determined.Elena was still fuming after the meeting. She couldn’t believe Atlas’s audacity, and she was determined to make it clear that she would never marry him. Lydia found her in the garden, pacing back and forth along the path. “Elena, calm down,” she said, trying to soothe her. “You don’t have to worry about Atlas. He’s not going to bother you again.”Elena stopped pacing and turned to Lydia. “You don’t understand, Lydia,” she sa

The air in the room grew heavier, weighed down by the collective grief of the three individuals. Jonathan’s eyes, though red-rimmed, remained dry, but the anguish in them was palpable. Elena’s face, once a picture of strength, now crumpled like a fragile leaf, her eyes welling up with tears that refused to fall. Lydia’s gaze, vacant and lost, seemed to stare into the very soul of her sorrow, her lips trembling with unspoken words.The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of ragged breathing and the occasional sniffle. Time itself seemed to have slowed, stretching out the moments into an eternity of pain. In this moment, the three of them were united in their loss, bound together by the shared thread of their grief. They were three souls, in a sea of sorrow, clinging to each other for support, for comfort, for a sense of not being alone in their heartache.Jonathan’s eyes met Elena’s, and for an instant, they just stared at each other, the depth of their pain reflected