The growing chaos, arguments, and desperation of the missing YouTubers' parents left the village in turmoil. Their shouting, their accusations, their sleepless fear—everything reached a breaking point.
At last, Vixen and Zavrion made a decision.
Tonight.
They would enter the cursed jungle themselves.
When they informed the victims' parents of their plan, the reaction was immediate. Excitement flared in their eyes.
"Then we'll go with you!" someone exclaimed. "We want to help too."
Vixen stiffened. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face before he shook his head firmly.
"No. None of you will go," he said. "That jungle is truly cursed."
One of the parents scoffed loudly, lifting his chin in defiance.
"Let us see which ghost dares to twist our necks," he sneered.
His bravado ignited the others.
"Yes! Let's see what kind of ghost lives there!"
"We're not afraid of any spirit!"
But not all voices carried arrogance. One man broke down, his voice trembling as he stepped closer to Vixen.
"He's my only son," he whispered. "I have no one else. Please… bring my child back."
The words cut deep.
Zavrion stepped forward, his gaze steady but honest.
"I can't promise that I'll be able to bring your son back," he said quietly. "But I promise you this—I will try."
Then his tone hardened.
"Tonight, none of you are to step outside your rooms. Not even for a moment. That devil creates illusions—many kinds of them. Stay inside, no matter what you hear or see."
Fear settled heavily over the group.
At 1:30 a.m., under a moonless sky, Vixen used his Alpha pheromones to shield Kin and Kenny, wrapping them in a protective aura of magic. Once certain they were safe, Vixen and Zavrion prepared to leave.
Torches in hand.
Sharp blades strapped to their waists.
Without another word, they headed toward the jungle.
As the darkness swallowed their figures, Zavrion spoke silently to himself, his eyes burning with resolve.
Tonight, this ends.
Let me see what kind of demon dares to stand before me.
I will finish everything… and return.
And somewhere deep within the cursed jungle, something stirred—as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
With torches clenched tightly in their hands, Vixen and Zavrion moved deeper into the jungle. The darkness grew thicker with every step, until the trees and shadows seemed to swallow them whole. It felt as if the jungle itself was closing in, wrapping them in its suffocating embrace.
As they walked, Vixen's foot suddenly caught on something hidden beneath the leaves. He stumbled forward—and in that very moment, Zavrion grabbed him from behind, steadying him before he could fall.
"Careful," Zavrion murmured.
Vixen nodded and tilted his torch downward to see what he had tripped over.
But before the light could reach the ground, something strange happened. Without any warning—without any reason—both torches went out at the same time.
Darkness crashed down on them.
They tried again and again, clicking the switches, shaking the torches, pounding them lightly against their palms. Nothing. Not even a flicker.
Vixen frowned, irritation creeping into his voice.
"This is weird. These torches are brand new. How did they suddenly stop working?"
Zavrion paused for a second, then said calmly, "Forget them for now. Take out the lighter. We'll manage with that."
With no other choice, they lit the lighter and used its weak flame to guide their steps. The tiny glow trembled in the wind, barely pushing back the darkness as they forced themselves deeper into the jungle.
That was when it happened.
The thing Vixen had tripped over… moved.
It slowly stirred, as if waking from a long sleep. And then, silently, it began to follow them.
Zavrion felt it.
A chill slid down his spine, sharp and unmistakable. Something was wrong. Something was behind them.
Without turning around, without waiting for confirmation, Zavrion made his decision.
For his own protection—and to shield his father—he released his Enigma pheromones.
The air shifted instantly.
Invisible pressure rippled through the darkness, heavy and suffocating, as Zavrion's power spread through the jungle like a silent warning.
And somewhere behind them, something hissed—angered that it had been noticed.
Moving deeper into the jungle, the two of them suddenly noticed a small, crumbling hut hidden among the trees. From the outside, the place looked pitch-dark, as if darkness itself had settled there permanently. One corner of the hut appeared half-collapsed, so old and decayed that it felt like no human had ever stepped inside—not for years, not even once.
No animals wandered nearby. Not a single sound of life came from around the hut. Only the distant cries of bats echoed through the jungle, mixed with the hooting of owls and the constant shrill call of insects slicing through the silence.
Zavrion studied the place carefully before speaking.
"Dad… look at how lifeless this place feels. It's as if nothing has ever happened here. Like no one has ever come near it."
Vixen exhaled slowly, the weight in his chest heavy.
"Too many people have died here," he said quietly. "So many lives lost… neighbors, relatives, families. There's no counting how many were sacrificed in this place."
Zavrion's gaze hardened.
"That's exactly why we're here," he replied. "To put an end to all of this—so the villagers don't have to die anymore. Tonight, everything ends."
Before his words could fully settle, something crashed through the air.
A massive tree branch suddenly fell, missing Vixen's body by only inches.
The sharp sound shattered the silence. Both of them flinched instinctively, their senses snapping into full alert.
The jungle had answered.
And it was clear now—
they were no longer walking through it unnoticed.
To be Continued...