Chapter 288 Ana Cries Because of George

By evening, the sky turned gray, and a light drizzle began. At first, it was just a gentle rain, but before long, it escalated into a torrential downpour. Meanwhile, Herne, George, and four other men were out in the area searching for flags, food, and supplies. By the time they noticed the rain and tried to head back, it was already too late. What started as a light shower had transformed into a heavy, relentless storm. "Do you think our fire's going to go out?" several of them asked at once. Panic set in as they all scrambled to return to camp, only to find that the rain had completely extinguished their fire. The extinguished flame mirrored the despair in everyone's eyes. Caitlin, who was in charge of watching the fire, kept her gaze downcast, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Ana, too, looked guilty and anxious—even though the fire had died because of the rain, she felt responsible, as if her negligence had allowed it to happen. "Our multifunctional shovel is gone! If we'd had