|| Chapter 243 || At Last, My Love
The sharp rocks beneath his knees scraped his skin as he crawled towards the edge of the bridge. Moulin panted hard. When his finger curled around the rocky edge, he leaned over slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Kind earth giant. However, his eyes only saw nothing but complete darkness.
His heart thundered, and he lowered his head with gritted teeth. Despair swallowed him whole, and his shoulders trembled. Nhetecra was gone.
"Moulin..." Varion called hoarsely. His despair was more significant, but he knew it wasn't the time to lose themselves in sorrow. Currently, they were at the dangerous side of the rift, opposite to where Phuna was. Nhetecra had done the best of his ability so they couldn't be dragged down to the abyss with him. They were grateful for that. But now, they must face hundreds of starving malibreeds, gaping their mouths at them. Roars, slithers, shrieks. These noises almost made their ears pop and bleed.