Chapter 242

He glanced back at his companions, exchanging worried glances. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with an impending sense of danger. Dexter raised a hand to signal everyone to be quiet and still. He could hear the faintest rustling, almost imperceptible, but the tension in the air was palpable.

“Everyone, spread out a bit,” he whispered, his voice low but urgent. “We need to be ready for anything.”

As the group complied, Dexter kept his eyes trained on the treeline. Tessa and Adrian moved closer to him, their expressions mirroring his concern. The rustling grew louder, and soon, the underbrush erupted as a figure burst forth from the shadows.

Dexter’s heart raced as he stepped forward, ready to fight. What emerged was not a shadow creature but a man—disheveled, covered in dirt and scratches, with wild eyes that darted around the clearing.

“Please! You have to help me!” the man shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate. “They’re coming! They’re coming for us!”

“What do you mean?” Dexter
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