The jungle was screaming. It wasn't just the wind or the prehistoric predators; it was the island itself. The ground beneath Willa’s bare feet groaned as another massive chunk of the shoreline collapsed into the dark, churning sea miles below.They had reached the center. The Altar of Truth was a massive monolith of black obsidian, jutting out of the mud like a jagged tooth. It was surrounded by a circle of ancient, glowing blue stones that flickered in time with Willa’s pulse.[Hazard Alert: Island Stability 12%.][Final Requirement: The Blood Offering of Passion.][System Note: Only a 'Peak Synchronicity' event can stabilize the core.]Willa leaned against the cold obsidian, her chest heaving. The humid air felt like a physical weight. Jaxson and Kael stood before her, both stripped of their titles, their technology, and their pride. In the shadows of the ferns, the reptilian eyes of the "Ancient Hunt" were closing in, waiting for the light of the altar to fade."It's asking for a c
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