Every person had left these tunnels. In ways both metaphorical and in ways spiritual.
Yet, the two of Eltic and Alistair remained, but not of their own volition. They weren't daring enough to move under the watch of these machines.
If each of these exploded simultaneously, no amount of devoted prayers or magical sky lord shall save their lives.
Therefore, they could decide to face this pack of machines, or go after the falling cave and be buried in this endless white sand. The choices were—wonderful.
Alistair, with a look of fear, said: "Eltic, are you able to use that phasing ability again, or are you exhausted?"
"I can, but at any time, I might faint, and you know what might happen."
"Shit." Alistair cursed, gritting his teeth and balling his fist. This situation could not be any worse. They were so close, just a little more, and escape at last.
