Chapter 430 - The Cost Of Getting Closer

Rama ran the half mile back faster than he'd ever moved in this world, System reflexes eating the distance in a blur of dark trees and cold, wrong ground, and he arrived at the camp to find chaos already fully underway. The tremor had reached the tree line exactly as he'd feared, grass and packed earth rippling in slow, deliberate waves that had nothing in common with any natural quake, and soldiers were scrambling for weapons and mounts in the flickering light of fires that guttered strangely low despite plenty of fuel still burning in them.