Dorion's words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy with scary implications.
Everyone understood immediately.
They needed each other to proceed, but even with teamwork, one person would inevitably be left behind as the pawn.
The unspoken stakes set off a wave of panic as thing were made clear.
Those who started moving earlier had the best chance of reaching safety, provided there were still enough players in Baranga's zone to share the risk.
Conny, one of the players, couldn't take the pressure any longer.
Her breath hitched, and then, with a burst of desperation, she stepped onto the platform.
Baranga's blazing third eye snapped toward her instantly, its oppressive gaze locking onto her trembling form.
Ezekiel didn't hesitate and neither did Dorion, as both of them lunged forward together, their movements seeming synchronized.
The beast's glowing eye shifted away from Conny, scanning the two boys.
