Chapter 839

After they finished eating and rested for a bit, they set off to head back down. The descent was much faster than the climb, and they reached the halfway point in less than half an hour.

Mason walked quickly and would occasionally run when the path was flat.

Nyla kept an eye on him, reminding him to slow down, but she wasn't watching the stones under her feet. She stepped on one and slipped.

"Ah!" she cried out.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle as she stumbled toward the railing.

Damon quickly grabbed her hand to steady her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Nyla's face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. "I think I twisted my ankle."

"Hold onto the railing. Let me check it," Damon instructed.

Once she was stable, he crouched down to examine her ankle. Seeing that it was swollen, he frowned. "It's swollen—you probably sprained it."

He stood up, turned his backpack around to the front, and crouched down again. "Get on my back. I'll carry you down," he told Nyla.

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