Chapter 458

Andrew, who had been listless and drained moments ago, suddenly snapped to attention, a new intensity burning in his eyes. It was like his survival instincts had kicked into overdrive. "What did you just say?" he demanded. Toby didn't flinch. "That's the situation. These are your problems, Andrew. You're going to have to deal with them yourself. I'm not family, and I have no connection to Melina. I can't help you." Damarion approached with a tray of silver needles, rolling his eyes as he overheard their conversation. "Why the defeatist attitude? As long as I'm here, you won't kick the bucket even if you're half-dead." Toby raised an eyebrow. "Uh… thanks? That almost sounded reassuring, but somehow, it feels like an insult." Before Andrew could respond, Grant let out a surprised shout from across the campsite. He came running over, holding his phone. "We've got a signal! I just got a message from our team on the peripheral!" Grant, who was usually calm and composed, lo