Chapter 25: Arrival on Death Island
The small boat cut through the waves, the distant silhouette of Death Island growing larger with each passing minute. Felino stood at the bow, his eyes fixed on the looming mass of land ahead. The journey had been long and secretive, ensuring no one knew of his destination. The island was notorious for its deadly environment, and Felino was both apprehensive and resolute.
As the boat neared the shore, Felino could see the dense jungle that covered the island, hiding its secrets within. The captain, a grizzled old man who spoke little, guided the boat to a hidden cove. "This is as far as I go," he muttered. "From here, you're on your own."
Felino nodded, thanking the captain before stepping off the boat onto the sandy shore. He shouldered his backpack,
