The next scene unfolded with Waiden James, now a mere shadow of his former self, staggering through the dense jungle. His movements were feeble and desperate, his spirit weighed down by the burdens he carried. Suddenly, his sorrowful gaze landed upon Amena, who sat behind a tree in a dire state, cradling a baby in her weakened arms. "Sister! Brother!" Waiden called out, his voice trembling with a mix of concern and despair. Amena turned her fading eyes towards him, her voice barely a whisper. "John..." With great effort, she raised the baby towards Waiden, a plea in her...