Chapter 241: Battle Royale • Wilderness Survival (8)
The imagined scene of warming themselves by a fire never came to pass.
As the saying goes, “looking at a mountain makes a horse die from exhaustion”—the journey from first spotting the island’s jagged peaks to actually reaching it took far longer than they had expected.
At the beginning, Everly was still driven by urgency. Enduring the pain, she forced herself to use her mental power, stirring the waves to push the wooden raft toward the island. However, as time passed, the aftereffects of overusing her mental strength began to show. She could no longer focus properly, and a faint feeling of nausea crept in.
Meanwhile, the island remained aloof in the distance, barely seeming any closer at all.
Helpless, Everly could only collapse onto the raft like a dead crab, lying there obediently.
Fortunately, by this time, the sun had broken through the clouds ahead of schedule.
The blazing sun scorched the sea surface below, driving away the cold from Everly and Misha’s bodies and drying their soaked backpacks and the canopy fabric. Their body temperatures quickly recovered, and they escaped the threat of hypothermia.
After a while, the long-lost heat returned in full force, and Everly and Misha stuck out their tongues like panting puppies.
The four wooden poles that had supported the canopy had been lost in the storm. To avoid the scorching sun, the two could only huddle together pitifully, using the remaining canopy cloth to shade their backs.