Killing Their Way Up (2)

Two teams stared each other down. The humid air was colder than the peaks of Mount Gri and their gaze could burn a hole through a dying star. Separated by two miles of elephant grasses dancing to west sea breezes, each team wore an identity tattoo on their arm to tell each other apart. Their generals sat on demonic beasts of equal status. Just when they had reached the height of their stand off, ready to attack each other by the word of their generals, three people appeared right in their middle.

Ed and his groups looked round the situation they were in and raised a brow. Was this a level? It seemed like a world of it's own.

"I see, a pocket world." Nti Anem said with a nod, then he paused as his face broke into a frown.

"That boy outside said we should be careful of the time in here. Ed, could be bad." he said and Ed frowned. If they were not careful they could be stuck here much longer than they wanted.