Mysteries Of The Ghostly Archipelago

Chapter 67: The Collapse

As the boat sped away from the island, the air grew thick with the sound of the collapsing landmass behind us. The ground trembled and groaned, as if the very bones of the island were shattering. I watched, my vision blurred and my body weakened from blood loss, as the Ghostly Archipelago began to disintegrate.

Lena held onto me, her face pale but determined. “Hang in there, Jack. We’re almost out of here.”

Mara kept a close watch on the receding island, her expression a mix of relief and lingering fear. “The shape-shifter is retreating. We’ve weakened it, but it’s not dead yet.”

Captain Elias navigated the boat with expert precision, his jaw set and eyes fixed on the horizon. “We need to get clear of the collapse zone. Hold on tight.”

Behind us, the island crumbled into the sea, its once-mighty cliffs falling away like sandcastles. Great plumes of dust and debris rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting a pall over the ocean. It was as if the very fabric of the archipelago wa