Berserk became elated and carried Ridge on his back. "Wyvern Peak must've been the ones who made that airdrop last night. Hang in there, Ridge. We might just get out of this!"

Berserk carried his comrade and headed for the airdrop container one step at a time, but tripped and fell due to extreme exhaustion. Still, he pressed on, crawling on the ground with Ridge on his back. His hands were cut by the razor-sharp rocks, but he did not seem to be in the slightest bit of pain.

Meanwhile, Ridge was fading in and out of consciousness. His thigh was completely infested, and he would not live for much longer if he did not receive treatment soon.

"We're almost there, Ridge. Stay with me. There might be antibiotics in the container. We've got a fighting chance if we can get there to collect weapons and resources!

"Hang in there. Remember that your fiancee's waiting for you to go home!” Berserk continued to talk as he crawled.

Ridge's consciousness started to fade as he sat on Berserk's b