Theodore's words came true quicker than the first years would have liked. After only a few hours of forging ahead, hand in hand through the rainy storm, safely tucked inside a dome of silence, a bright ethereal crack went through the amber shield of protection.
Darius was running out of mana and the Warlock was already looking pale. No one would force him to perform the impossible. He'd done his best…
However, now that he was clearly running out of mana, they were running out of luxury time.
The team huddled together just before the last of the shield broke like glass, exposing them to the fierce battering wind…
After that, all hell broke loose.
With a significant decrease in speed, stability and visibility, the hunters were struggling more and more to make their way through the storm.