Chapter 23: Talk With Nina
The morning air carried an eerie stillness despite the waves crashing onto the shore.
Students murmured among themselves, their voices laced with unease as they took in the wreckage.
Without the rafts, they weren't just stranded — they had lost a vital means of survival.
No rafts meant no deep-sea fishing. No way to explore further.
And most importantly, no escape if things got worse.
Lucas knelt near one of the destroyed logs, running his fingers over the deep gashes. The damage looked rough, almost like claw marks, but something felt... off.
He squinted, tilting his head as his fingers traced the grooves.
Were these really made by an animal?
Something about the way the wood splintered didn't sit right with him.
Some of the cuts were jagged and uneven — like something had torn at it wildly — but others were too precise, too straight-edged.
Almost like they were carved... by a blade.