The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 842

Callahan took the tablet from her hands and smoothly switched the display mode. The flat 2D image instantly transformed into a topographical map of rolling mountains and deep valleys, offering a much clearer and richer view of the terrain.

His finger pointed precisely to several dull-colored, depressed areas on the screen. "The terrain in Northern Myanor is incredibly complex. These specific spots contain stagnant swamps that have been festering for years, and they're all blanketed in toxic miasma."

He looked at her, his expression serious. "The high concentration of those toxic gases creates severe magnetic anomalies in the area. Standard electronic navigation devices will most likely fail the moment we step inside."

Based on the data, their only viable path forward seemed to be the remnants of an ancient, dried-up riverbed that time had long forgotten. But given the sheer density of the vegetation, it was highly likely that the riverbed had already been swallowed whole by tangled roots and decades of accumulated sludge.

Still, they had no other choice. It was the only entry point they could find with a relatively manageable level of risk. They had reached a point where they simply had to take a leap of faith and choose the lesser of two evils.

"No wonder Payton specifically emphasized packing antivenom and a physical compass in his notes," Leilani realized. "It's because the electronics will be completely useless."

This realization made the stakes feel even higher. Traditional equipment lacked the pinpoint accuracy of modern tech. If their electronics failed, it meant a massive chunk of their carefully prepped gear would become dead weight.

Leilani let out a soft sigh and leaned back against her seat.

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