They had to make it now or die.
The storm cloud behind them had grown more aggressive, its speed increasing with every passing second. The howling wind chased them like a living nightmare, and the monstrous shadows spilling out ahead showed no signs of slowing.
They were running for their lives—and it was clear now that not all of them would make it.
Everyone gave it their all, cutting down the shadow beasts while pushing forward.
Every swing, every blast of magic, was made mid-sprint. There was no time to stop.
"When is this going to end?!" Korrum roared, sweat streaking down his face. He surged forward with a bellow, fist glowing with energy. The impact shattered the path ahead, blasting a hole through a wall of shadow fiends.
Everyone shared his sentiment.
The gate—still humming, still glowing—wasn't getting any closer.
It was as if the bridge had stretched.
As if the light was always just out of reach.
Were they being deceived?
