The rescue team was taking their sweet time, and Zorion couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath. Meanwhile, Kogar kept his cool, as if nothing could faze him.
Phillip's eyes darted around nervously before he finally spoke up, "Let's head up the mountain. Those beasts don't have the guts to follow us up there!" Without waiting for a reply, he started barking orders for everyone to gather their things.
"Commander Phillip," Kogar said, his voice steady as his eyes locked onto Phillip. "Do you even know why those beasts won't climb up the mountain?"
Down below, the beasts were causing a ruckus, their roars and howls filling the air with a foul stench.
The sky wasn't much better—swarms of flying beasts screeched and snapped at each other like they were in some twisted dance.
It was almost as if an invisible line separated the chaos below from the eerie calm where the team stood.
