Volk stood still, his eyes shut tightly, forcing his mind to focus.
His breaths were ragged, and his body was trembling with the pressure of them all.
He knew how his system worked—how it thrived on the reality of the situation, the choices made under extreme duress.
If there was an escape, it would help him find it.
"But where?
"Where could we go?"
His thoughts raced wildly, colliding in a chaotic jumble.
His mind flashed through images of forests, valleys, mountains—but nothing seemed right.
"The forest?"
He considered it for a moment.
The forest could provide cover, places to hide... But as soon as the thought formed, he dismissed it.
No, they're already in the forest.
It wasn't enough.
The trees would only delay the inevitable.
His brow furrowed as frustration gnawed at him. He had to think faster.
"A place...
