Wrong Choice

The three continued to push through the battlefield, moving according to Safa's rapid instructions. She was giving orders faster than before because she had realized something—by now, they should have reached the Deleter.

The battlefield was large, but it felt as if they were running in circles. That could only mean one thing: the enemy was aware of their movements. He was watching them, manipulating the situation to stay one step ahead. If he was in control, then how could they ever reach him?

The only option was to take risks—move faster, press further, and go directly toward the source of the attacks. Things had been going well so far, with Simyon blocking the oncoming strikes while Safa healed him. But then, the ground beneath them began to shift.

As Liam brought his sword down, slicing a golem cleanly in half, a tremor rippled through the battlefield. A deep, jagged fissure cracked open in front of them, the earth splitting apart.

Just like before.