Olivia had been running in the forest. She grew more uneasy the closer she got to the snake pit.

A healthy man would have trouble getting out of a place like that, let alone a blind man like Ethan.

If he fell into the pit, he would die of a thousand snake bites.

That was an image too horrifying for her to imagine.

A chilling breeze blew toward her, carrying the rotting smell from the snake pit. Olivia shivered uncontrollably.

She was like a hunter whose sole purpose was to push ahead.