Chapter 162: Salvation (2)
The sky grew dark as a fierce storm began to crackle overhead. Gusts of wind carried through the desolate landscape, kicking up swirls of sand and debris.
Admist the chaotic atmosphere, a large group of people began their perilous crossing of a two-kilometer-long bridge.
Normally, such a number would have caused the structure to crumble under the strain. But this bridge had long since been rebuilt with stronger, enchanted metals, allowing it to bear their weight with ease.
They had already passed the halfway mark when the first droplets began to fall.
"Ah, for heaven’s sake," someone grumbled as the drops began pouring down with an intensifying ferocity.
"Perhaps we should consider turning back?" a young, timid voice belonging to a child, suggested.
But the eldest shook his head. "No, we’re almost there. It’s merely a bit of rain."
They quickened their pace, their steps becoming more urgent, but the rain showed no signs of relenting.
Soon, the cold seeped into their very bones, bringing shivers and chattering teeth, amplified by the relentless wind and crackling storm.
Yet, they pressed on, until finally, their weary feet touched solid ground once more.
As they drew closer to the imposing mountain, many in the group were visibly shivering. They huddled together, their eyes scanning the dark, formidable structure as they silently assessed their options.
"What now?" one of them finally asked.