Before crossing the gate...
Wilmore became sober as they dropped into the water, seeing fainted Ryan he swam to him.
Grabbing his nephew, he resisted the heavy waves that were smashing him forward. He pushed ahead and reached a rock, his hand clasped an edge.
"Hey, wake up!"
He shouted, spitting out the water, lifting Ryan with him, they fell on the edge of the Rocks. Wilmore was hardly breathing but the imps could have shown up at any time therefore he couldn't stay at the edge of life.
Looking up, it was just darkness because of the rocks and shadows that blocked his hazy vision. He turned on his knees and coughed, the magic that hit him left a burning wound on his back.
He brought Ryan back on the soil. His eyes drifted on the road.
"Hell, I have to carry you."
Putting Ryan on his back, he began to walk to find the end of that road. But everywhere he walked returned to the previous place.
