Disappointment spread across James’ face.
Quincy held his hand and comforted him. “Don’t worry. We’ll find it.”
“I hope so.” James nodded lightly.
He knew the chances of finding it were slim. Even if they found it, what he was looking for might not be inside.
He continued to wait patiently for updates.
Soon, it was evening.
The soldiers that had stayed back to search the cavern returned.
They had scouted for an extended period but could not find any statue or boulder more than ten meters high.
The campfire continued to burn at the riverbank.
Daniel asked, “What should we do now, James?”
James fell into thought.
Even dozens of trained soldiers could not find the statue after a whole day’s search. It was unlikely for them to find it at this point.
There were only two possibilities—the statue or stone had collapsed after ten years, or they were looking in the wrong place.
James took out the map and analyzed it again.
He observed the map, looked at the river before him, and then gazed at the mountain. The mountain was massive, and the river flowed downstream off the cliff.
After pondering for a while, James said, “Let’s rest for today. Tomorrow, get everyone to continue searching downstream to see if there are other entrances to the cavern.”
James was not giving up just yet.
This was his only chance to survive. Moreover, Thea’s life was also on the line.
Giving up would mean waiting for death.
His condition would deteriorate daily until his whole body was paralyzed, rendering him bedridden.
It would be a tragedy for a War God to end in such a miserable way.
He could not go down like this.
Even if he were to die, it had to be on the battlefield.
Daniel instructed the soldiers, “Take turns to keep watch tonight. We’ll continue the search tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir!”
The soldiers answered in unison.
As the sun went down, their surroundings gradually darkened, and the stars lit up the sky.
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