The group surged forward with a swiftness that defied logic, their steps so light and rapid that it seemed as if they were gliding through the tunnel. The air whirled around them, causing their hair to dance violently in the wind of their movement. Jabal, tucked underneath Baldur's arm, struggled to keep his eyes open, his screams of exhilaration blending with his fear of the breakneck speed.
Baldur, undeterred by Jabal's disorientation, held on to him firmly, his feet barely making contact with the ground as he effortlessly kept pace with the others. He was a force of nature, an unstoppable presence whose focus remained unbroken.
Suddenly, as if summoned by a hidden force, they came to an abrupt halt. Mark, who had been utilizing the tablet for navigation, brought them to a sudden stop, his face filled with astonishment.
"Oh shit…!" Jabal gasped, his breath heavy as he fell to his knees, his hands bracing himself against the ground.
