Chapter 92 - The Flying Graveyard
"The monsters we’re supposed to fight are on the ground," Tave said, his voice level but heavy. "The boss monster too. It’s down there. If we want to complete this Rift, we have no other option. We have to get off this thing."
That was when one of the knights stepped forward and grabbed Tave by the shoulder. His grip was hard, shaking.
"Tave, are you out of your mind?! You’re asking us to jump? You think we’re stupid?! I don’t want to die!"
"This is insane! Completely insane! How the hell are we supposed to get down? No one here can fly!" another shouted.
The tension was immediate, spiking like a fire catching dry wood. Voices rose. Eyes narrowed. Even those who hadn’t spoken looked on with disbelief, anger, and dread.
And Tave... He couldn’t blame them.
He hadn’t offered a plan. He had only told them the truth. The cold, unworkable truth. They had to get down. But how?
Falling from this height might be survivable for Gaia Grand Masters, but for Gaia Masters like them?
It was suicide.
Tave spoke quietly, "Give me a moment."
He turned away from the argument and moved toward the edge of their makeshift gathering point. He wrapped a rope around his waist and secured it to one of the massive "trees" for support. Carefully, he began to climb upward along the feathered shaft, the wind howling around him like a chorus of warnings.