Chapter : 727

She looked up as he approached, a faint, challenging glint in her dark eyes. “I am not, as you so delicately put it, a ‘liability,’ Doctor.”

Lloyd had to concede the point. He gave a curt nod of acknowledgment and sat on the other side of the fire, pulling a strip of dried meat from his pack. The silence returned, but it was different now. The hostility had been replaced by a thin, fragile thread of mutual respect.

“Why?” he asked, breaking the quiet. He didn’t need to elaborate. She knew what he was asking. “The boy. The weavers. You said you have resources. You are clearly not from the Coil. Why do you care so much?”

Sumaiya stared into the dancing flames, her face illuminated by the flickering light. Her sharp features softened, and for a moment, he saw a deep, profound sadness in her expression.

“Because I know what it is to be helpless,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “I know what it feels like to watch someone you love fade away while the world does nothing. I know the unique cruelty of a sickness that cannot be named and cannot be fought. And I know the corrosive power of false hope sold by charlatans.”

Her words were heavy with the weight of a past she did not share. He heard the echoes of a personal tragedy, a wound that had clearly shaped the woman she had become. The Major General’s analytical mind filed away the data point: her motivation was rooted in a past trauma involving sickness and loss.

“There are many sick children in the slums of Rizvan,” he pressed gently. “Why this one?”

She looked at him then, her gaze direct and unyielding. “Because I was led to him. And because when I saw him, I saw a reflection of a battle I lost a long time ago. This time… this time, I refuse to lose.”

Her conviction was a palpable force. She was not just trying to save a child; she was trying to rewrite her own history, to win a war against a ghost from her past. Lloyd understood that kind of motivation all too well. It was the same fire that drove him.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, shifting his line of inquiry. “Who are you, Sumaiya?”

A faint, enigmatic smile touched her lips. “I am an unwanted companion on a fool’s errand,” she replied, skillfully evading the question. “And you are a doctor who knows far more than any simple healer should. Perhaps we are both mysteries to be solved.”

He let it drop. Pushing her further would only build her walls higher. He would learn her secrets in time. For now, it was enough to know that the woman sitting across the fire from him was not the liability he had feared. She was an enigma, a puzzle wrapped in competence and fueled by a fierce, hidden pain.

They ate their meager meal in silence, the crackle of the fire a comforting sound in the vast, dark wilderness. Lloyd took the first watch, sitting with his back against the rock, his senses extended, a silent guardian in the night. Sumaiya slept soundly, her usual tense control finally relaxed in the safety of his presence.

As he watched her, the Major General made a revised assessment. Sumaiya was still an unknown variable, a potential complication. But she was also resilient, resourceful, and driven by a will as indomitable as his own. She was not a burden. She was a weapon of unknown quality, and he was beginning to think he was glad to have her at his side. The fool’s errand had officially become a partnership. The road to the Dahaka Jungle was long and dangerous, but for the first time, he did not feel entirely alone on it. And that, he decided, was the most tactically compromising feeling of all.

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The edge of the Dahaka Jungle was not a clear line, but a slow, insidious corruption of the landscape. The familiar, rolling hills of the duchy gradually gave way to a denser, more aggressive wilderness. The trees grew taller, their branches twisting into grotesque shapes, their leaves a shade of green so dark it was almost black. The air grew thick and heavy, saturated with a cloying humidity that clung to the skin like a wet shroud. The cheerful chirping of common birds was replaced by the alien, guttural shrieks of unseen creatures.

It was a world that felt ancient, primordial, and deeply, fundamentally hostile to human life.

Chapter : 728

They had been walking for three days since leaving the main road, moving through this transitional zone that was a buffer between civilization and the true jungle. The journey had been tense, a constant, low-grade state of alert. Lloyd, with his enhanced senses, acted as the pathfinder, his perception a constant, sweeping radar for threats. Sumaiya followed in his footsteps, her silence no longer awkward but a shared state of professional vigilance. She had proven herself to be an exceptional woods-woman, her instincts for the wild sharp and reliable. She could read the subtle signs of animal trails, identify edible plants he didn’t recognize, and move through the undergrowth with a quiet grace that belied her city origins.

The respect between them had solidified into a functional, unspoken partnership. He was the commander and strategist; she was the scout and survivor. They spoke little, communicating mostly through hand signals and shared glances. Their shared purpose had forged a bond more real and profound than any conversation could.

On the morning of the fourth day, they finally stood before it. The true Dahaka.

It rose before them like a solid, fifty-foot-high wall of emerald green and tangled shadow. It was not a forest; it was a fortress. The air that pulsed from it was cool and carried the scent of damp earth, decaying life, and a thousand unknown, exotic blossoms whose beauty was a deceptive mask for the poison they likely carried. The noise from within was a constant, cacophonous symphony of buzzing insects, croaking amphibians, and the distant, chilling calls of things that had no name.

“So,” Sumaiya murmured, her voice a hushed whisper of awe and trepidation. “This is it. The Green Hell.”

“It is,” Lloyd confirmed, his own senses overwhelmed by the sheer, chaotic torrent of life-energy pouring from the jungle. It was like standing before a living ocean of spiritual power, wild, untamed, and utterly indifferent to them. “From this point on, every step is a risk. Every plant, every insect, every shadow could be a threat. Stay close. Do not touch anything unless I say it is safe. And do not, under any circumstances, leave the path I choose.”

His voice was hard, the command of an officer briefing his soldier before a suicidal charge. Sumaiya simply nodded, her hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of the knife at her thigh. The fear was visible on her face, but it was a controlled fear, the healthy respect of a survivor, not the paralyzing terror of a victim.

He took a deep breath, the strange, perfumed air of the jungle filling his lungs, and stepped across the invisible threshold. The change was immediate. The temperature dropped by ten degrees. The sunlight was instantly devoured by the thick, interlocking canopy above, plunging them into a gloomy, emerald twilight. The world became a claustrophobic space of colossal tree trunks, hanging vines thick as a man’s arm, and a dense undergrowth of ferns and flowers that glowed with a faint, eerie bioluminescence.

They moved slowly, deliberately. Lloyd led the way, his [All-Seeing Eye] engaged in short, constant bursts, scanning their path for threats. He saw the venomous, viper-like fungi coiled around tree roots. He saw the shimmering, almost invisible webs of spiders the size of his hand. He saw the patches of quicksand hidden beneath a carpet of innocent-looking moss. The jungle was a masterpiece of natural, deadly traps.

Hours passed in this state of heightened, exhausting tension. The only sounds were the squelch of their boots in the damp earth and the constant, overwhelming noise of the jungle itself. The beauty of the place was as terrifying as its danger. Orchids of impossible color bloomed from the rotting bark of fallen trees. Butterflies with wings like stained glass flitted through the air. Streams of crystal-clear water trickled over rocks covered in glowing moss. It was a paradise designed by a god with a profound sense of malice.

They were deep into the jungle’s first layer, perhaps five miles in, when Lloyd felt it. A sudden, sharp spike in the ambient spiritual energy. A predatory presence. It was massive, powerful, and it was moving towards them with incredible speed.

“Stop,” he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. He threw out an arm, halting Sumaiya behind him. He pushed her gently but firmly towards the base of a colossal banyan tree whose roots formed a natural, defensible alcove. “Get behind the roots. Now.”

Sumaiya didn’t question him. She saw the look on his face, the sudden transformation from cautious guide to stone-cold warrior. She scrambled behind the thick, gnarled roots, drawing her knife, her heart hammering against her ribs.