'Please, hold on!' Layn wished with all his heart while he continued to jog at a pace that the rest of his group could maintain.
He wished to scream this plea out loud to the skies in hopes of some absolute being hearing him out...
But he couldn't. Doing so would reveal just how insanely worried he was for Irea and the rest of the people he left back at the camp. And he couldn't afford to deal such an attack on the morale of the group.
"Sighting of a group ahead!" someone shouted the report, pointing with his finger to the distant hill.
'What?' A shiver traveled down Layn's spine. 'Are we too late?!' he thought, feeling how desperation was taking over his mind.
Ever since he crossed the depths of time to arrive in this place, he only had one wish. One wish that clarified as he learned more and more about his current situation.
