The whispers that the Bridge echoed constantly had grown faint by the time they reached the midpoint. What began as a chorus of regret and accusation had thinned into a background murmur, like the remnants of a storm retreating over the horizon.
However, despite the voices dimming to a murmur, the contents of those whispers were still brutal. They cut deep in the emotional core of everyone who heard them, exposing their deepest regrets and thoughts and bombarding them with it.
Still, the group trudged on. This was, after all, a team of the most talented students of each of the races, so it was only natural for them to have high mental strength.
The air was cold and still, and every breath came out in pale wisps that quickly vanished into the mist as the group walked.
