A gentle breeze blew from the nearby water, bringing a rare sense of peace.

Even for Andrew, this treasure hunt had been dangerous. But from beginning to end, he had kept his cool, never once panicking under pressure.

It had been a long time since he had felt the raw intensity of surviving on the edge. The last time was when he led a team on an overseas hostage rescue mission. His squad had run out of ammunition and supplies, and his comrades had fallen one by one around him.

In the end, he was the one who held on until the very end and completed the mission perfectly.

Now, after facing another brush with death, Andrew was too wired to sleep, too keyed up to rest. The others nearby had already fallen into a deep sleep, with Logan's snoring particularly loud and ungraceful.

However, Andrew could not sleep. He stared at the sky, watching clouds drift and shift, feeling like life had slowed down.

Unconsciously, he thought about the Little Emperor of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty