Sunny sighed.
Of course, they had to cross the bridge. Why had he even bothered to ask?
'Great!'
At least the damn thing was empty of the skeletons. The path to the other side of the chasm was clear.
'What is clear is that I'm going to die!'
While Sunny was consumed by these unhappy ruminations, Effie and Caster quickly threw the few undead creatures remaining in front of them over the edge of the chasm. Finally safe from their constant attacks, most of the cohort took a chance to quickly catch their breaths.
Only Nephis and the Stone Saint were still fighting. In fact, the overwhelming pressure of the pursuing horde had grown so heavy that they were barely holding on.
Two figures — one shrouded in shadows, the other bathed in pure white light — were slowly buckling under the furious onslaught of the army of the dead.
Sunny gritted his teeth.
…If nothing changed, they were going to be the ones being thrown into the dark abyss very soon.
