The impact sent tremors through the very fabric of reality.
Trees, hundreds of meters away, splintered and burst, their frozen forms unable to withstand the sheer force that rippled outward from the point of collision.
The travelers crossing the bridge—nearing its midpoint—were suddenly assaulted by a violent gust. The wind howled, almost tearing them off their feet, their bodies flailing dangerously over the chasm.
Had it not been for the female Drifter and Shadow Drifter gripping them tightly, the old man and pregnant woman would have been flung into the air.
Roma, instinct sharp as ever, ducked low, allowing the shockwave to whip past overhead.
The entire bridge groaned under the pressure.
Not the metal—that remained firm, forged strong enough to withstand almost anything.
But the ground beneath it.