In the heart of the Ultras continent—at the crown of its wastes ..
a lone man moved like a shadow, slipping past whatever lay within.
Rain, rare upon that barren land, began to pour in sheets.
As the cold drops struck his skin, Frey Starlight felt something ominous drawing near.
"How much farther?" he called out, voice low but firm.
"You're very close ..just a few kilometers west and you'll be there," Seris answered at once.
"Copy."
He accelerated. With the others still far out, he would be the first to reach the place where their allies had vanished. At his current speed, every second ate distance.
"Be careful, Frey. There's a high chance whatever's waiting is a trap," Seris warned.
"It's fine. I'll handle it."
The rain intensified with each stride ..and with it, the malignant pressure pressing on Frey's heart.
