A cold wind blew from the depths of the canyon.
Daniel and Drael were both flying above it, Daniel pushing himself to his absolute limit, wanting to leave this place as fast as possible.
He didn't know why, but that ominous feeling in his chest was growing stronger and stronger with every passing second. He knew something terrible could appear at any moment.
He didn't want to take any risks. Even if it meant burning through all his mana, he wanted to get out of this canyon as soon as possible.
But only a few seconds later, the sound came.
At first, it was like glass cracking.
Then, like a mountain splitting.
And finally, like the roar of the earth itself.
The cliffs shook. The ground beneath them cracked open, and green light burst out from the fissures.
A fierce wind rose, carrying the smell of burnt soil and rust. From within the darkness, something emerged.
A hand. Just a single skeletal hand, no, more like a monstrous hand.
