The Wyvern's Wrath Group

Stark ran as fast as he could, his exhaustion was completely gone thanks to the sleep, and he was honestly thanking his clone for actually being able to hold on for so long without being hit.

'Now… I just need to get to the boss before anyone else…' he grinned, the mountain was now closer than ever before, and he could see the flight of stairs that would lead up to it.

His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline fueling his every step. He was determined to outrun them and protect his position as the first.

But of course…

~FWISH~

A blue trident crashed in front of him, halting his run.

Instinctively, Stark looked behind him, and there he saw that the seven figures were much muuuchh closer than he expected them to be.

'…' he switched directions to avoid the trident that had stopped him…

But another interrupted him again, the head of the trident hitting the ground.

'FUCK…'