As the time for the supply drop drew closer, the light of the beacon grew dimmer.
The glory it once cast had transformed from a magnificent waterfall into fine threads of spider silk, gently falling against the dark blue night sky.
The confrontation among the challengers teetered towards collapse with the dying campfire—
Everyone was fixated on the supply drop. They frequently observed their opponents and glanced up at the dots of light in the sky, their sense of urgency gradually intensifying, leaving them no time to replenish the firewood.
...
Finally, when the beacon's light descended to about 400 meters above the canopy, a group of premeditated challengers suddenly snuffed out the barely surviving campfire and set out first toward the beacon's landing point.
Their actions sparked a chain reaction. Naturally, the other two groups of challengers couldn't let them take the lead, so they followed closely behind.
