A moving platform? That changed everything!
He had spent enough time wandering through this eerie void of red sand and broken rock, but until now, everything had been eerily still, lifeless. This was the first sign of motion, of something—or someone—actively manipulating the space.
His instincts roared to life, and without hesitation, Liam shot forward.
The weight of the oppressive air around him resisted his every movement, but he forced his way through. His speed, normally unmatched, felt sluggish here as if the very world was trying to keep him contained. Yet, he gritted his teeth and pushed harder.
The floating platform wasn't moving in a straight line. It twisted, angled upward, then sharply veered left, as if following an unseen path. It wasn't just wandering randomly. It had a destination.