Andrew and Natasha moved forward cautiously, staying close and alert as they explored the area. Eventually, they reached the far end of the ancient village, only to be met with a towering cliff wall rising right above them.

Yet, there was nothing ahead.

"Looks like this direction was a dead end," he said, turning back. "Come on, let's head back and regroup with Logan and the others."

However, the moment he turned around, he was suddenly met with the soft warmth of Natasha crashing into his chest.

She clung tightly to his waist, her voice trembling. "Darling, I'm really scared of ghosts... like, really scared. I don't even have the strength to keep walking right now. Can you hold me? Please, just hug me."

Hearing the quiver in her voice, Andrew's heart softened. He wrapped his arms tightly around the beautiful widow and said, "You're safe. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."

Natasha's face had gone pale, and her body continued to tremble uncontrollably. She mu