In the heart of the swirling dust cloud, Sumi and Cyrus found themselves in a perilous struggle, their backs pressed together, surrounded by an enigma far beyond their comprehension.
Flashes of scarlet streaked dangerously close, only to be intercepted by another light, this one emanating a purple essence, diverting the destructive path of the crimson onslaught. It became glaringly apparent to Sumi that their only rule in this chaotic dance was to evade the relentless advance of the red light.
"This fog... It's like it has a mind of its own, shifting incessantly to protect these lights that keep skirting us," Sumi observed, her voice laden with a mixture of frustration and concern. She longed to escape this treacherous predicament but was paralyzed by the fear that any movement might expose them to the more aggressive red light.
