Sophie Sullivan let out a sharp scream as her lower legs sank into the sand.
"Don't move!" Thomas Shannon grabbed her wrist. His handsome face was cold and serious, his eyes dark and intense. "Maniac, this is quicksand. Don't move. The more you struggle, the deeper you'll sink."
Sophie Sullivan's face turned pale. Her eyes widened, and she looked at Thomas Shannon, utterly bewildered. Quicksand?
Before coming to the desert, she was familiar with the term. She even understood its power and knew the self-rescue methods for encountering it. But actually facing quicksand in the desert still shocked her.
She was sinking too fast, so fast that there was no time to prepare. Her lower legs were already buried in the heavy sand. Every time she moved, her body sank a bit more. Gradually, she dared not move, heeding Thomas Shannon's advice and standing perfectly still.
Thomas Shannon was also caught, yet he remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
