[SIDE STORY]
[Ragnar, Sumeri, Nikolai]
The players' collective outrage reverberated through the battleground as realization dawned upon them: their precious time was slipping away, slipping away like sand through their fingers.
The urgency of the situation gripped their hearts, for they understood the dire consequences of failure.
In the tumultuous midst of battle, the players' desperation was blowing through the roof, their fear of failure gnawing at the edges of their resolve.
The prospect of letting this quest slip through their fingers hung over them like a dark cloud.
All the painstaking preparations, the meticulous allocation of resources, and the significant investment of time and money would be rendered futile if they couldn't halt the cultists' progress.
