The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 852

Night fell heavily, wrapping the river valley in an inky blackness that smelled of damp earth and the sweet, decaying scent of exotic flowers.

After a brief search, the team found a relatively dry elevation near the banks and hurriedly set up camp. The moment the central floodlight snapped on, it acted like a beacon, drawing swarms of nocturnal insects from the shadows. In the distance, the haunting, drawn-out calls of unseen predators echoed through the dense canopy—a constant, chilling reminder that they were trespassing in a world that could kill them at any moment.

The instant Callahan ordered them to make camp, everyone sprang into action. Nighttime in the rainforest fell fast, and if they didn't have a secure perimeter before true darkness hit, they'd be sitting ducks for whatever prowled in the brush.

Once the environment was stable enough to work, Leilani wasted no time. She grabbed her specialized acupuncture kit and hurried over to the injured mercenary.

The man’s name was Konrad, the youngest member of Bason's tactical team—a tightly knit mercenary unit where every operative shared the "Keane" surname as a code of brotherhood.

Konrad had been carefully laid out on a makeshift bed of broad palm leaves, and he looked horrific. His right leg was swollen to grotesque proportions, the skin stretched taut. An angry, blistered rash crawled from his ankle all the way up to his thigh.

The allergic reaction had completely taken over his system. His previously youthful face was swollen beyond recognition, and his throat was closing up. He dragged in air with a sickening, ragged wheeze, white foam bubbling uncontrollably at the corners of his mouth. His eyes bulged slightly, and he looked mere seconds away from losing consciousness entirely.

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