'He's not dead?'
Elias Lennox's eyes snapped open.
"Why is it so windy on your end? Are you training? Then I won't disturb you."
The walkie-talkie clicked off.
Elias was already plummeting toward the sea.
This stretch of ocean was home to man-eating sharks.
He could already see five or six of them.
Elias Lennox pressed his lips together, quickly drawing his dagger to prepare for a fight.
He had wanted to end it all, but knowing the Magician wasn't dead had rekindled a sliver of hope within him.
Survival Island was a primeval island, fraught with danger at every turn.
From the sky, the island didn't look large, but once you were actually on it, you realized just how vast it was.
Mr. Centipede had said this was where the master trained his elite assassins.
Every person here was a battle-hardened veteran. To survive on the island, you had to intimidate them with absolute force.
If he wanted to live, he had to kill relentlessly, to stop thinking of himself as human.
