"I have to do something about that gate," I gasped, lungs burning as I tore through the wreckage of the city. The streets were nothing but graves now—every shattered window and scorched wall screamed of suffering. It was unbearable. We were being butchered, overrun, and we couldn't even fight back.
But this time… this time, there was a chance. A crack in their armor. A window to strike.
Keahi had taken command in my place, leading the charge with a fury I hadn't seen before. They were pushing too hard, too fast—but if it brought us victory, then let them burn as bright and wild as they needed. I wouldn't stop them.
Still, no matter how fast I ran, the gate only seemed to slip further from reach. It was like chasing a ghost. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't. Not now. Not when Riona had already risked everything.
